My Screwed Up Psych...

I keep to myself,
Hide all my pain from those I love.
Hide all my suffering from those who love me.

I know it's pointless,
I should let them know what's wrong.
I just don't want them all to see my flaws.

They should love me,
Even though I'm broken, tattered.
I know this, but I just can't risk it not being true.

So I keep my mouth shut,
My dark secrets held deep within my heart,
Desperate to escape, to be shared with those who care.

He may swear he loves me,
That broken or whole, he'll always be there for me.
But there's still that part of me that's to scared to risk loosing him.

So I keep my mouth shut,
My dark secrets held deep within my heart.
Desperate to escape, to be shared with those who care.

My closest friends are there,
They say they just want to help me,
But I'm unsure if I can let them see the dark side of me.

So I keep my mouth shut,
My dark secrets held deep within my heart.
Desperate to escape, to be shared with those who care.

My family looks at me accusingly,
They know something just isn't right with me.
But I don't dare let them know what a disappointment I am.

So I keep my mouth shut,
My dark secrets held deep within my heart.
Desperate to escape, to be shared with those who care.

Only these strangers online,
Who don't truly know who I am,
Can I trust with my darkest secrets.

So I move my hands across the keys,
Spread my thoughts out across the world,
Sharing my broken soul with those who could care less.

If they don't care,
Then they won't try to fix me,
They'll just leave me here, broken but mostly sane.

But if I try to be whole,
To work on solving my largest problems,
I'll simply break under the weight of my depression.

Just addressing the pain,
The absolute worst parts of my life,
Reminds me that they're completely real.

So I talk to these strangers,
Who won't make me remember.
Who won't push me to try and heal.

Online I'm open,
In person, my lips are sealed,
For the safety of my semi-sanity.

So I keep my mouth shut,
My dark secrets held deep within my heart.
Desperate to escape, to be shared with those who care.

And I keep my hands moving across the keys,
Sharing my innermost depression and misery with strangers.
In my desperate attempt to release this pain, to save myself from my broken self.