herself

 

fine is just a word
to make the questions end
spending all her energy
on games of let’s pretend

sinking into pain
lifts her out of hurt today
something to control
when control feels far away

she’s the master here
can choose which pain to feel
she exchanges blood for tears
when reality’s too real

knows it isn’t right
says she’ll stop tomorrow
but then tomorrow comes
filled with the same sorrow

you’d give all your sunshine
to take away her gray
how were you so blind
not to see her pull away

never shows she’s hurting
no one knows she’s hurting
don’t let go, she’s hurting
she’s so low, she’s hurting

herself