I act like Everything is ok.
I Act like Everything is going to plan.
But how long until someone sees?
Sees its all just one big act?
I’m tired.
Like really fucking tired.
I’m tired of giving my all and getting nothing back.
I’m tired of everything.
Listening to how badly my friends want to die
How they think they found the easy way out.
But they never listen to my cry for help.
Sure, I smile
And it’s not fake all the time
But can’t they see the pain in my eyes some days?
Just give me a hug and go on your way.
That’s all I need
to feel somewhat
ok.