a night filled with burning mess
a day crammed with a total mask
time ticks by
slowly you're getting further
is it a good thing?
is it bad?
why can't i seem to sort out my mind?
has my life lost all purpose?
am i condemned to walk the same path over and over again
with feet stained with blood
night falls
i cower back into my space
and hope that tomorrow i'd have the courage
to face everyone
to put on a smile
when nothings alright
when will my night come?
when i can really do what i want
has this feeling become a part of me?
has faking it all been a mask i put on?
i know what i feel inside
a mesh of emotions and hurts tangled up
can i really dig up a smile?
nope.
guess not.
back to another day of faking all.
