My Pain

Everyday,
nobody knows I suffer through the hours,
the nights and days.
No one knows of my pain
only because that fake smile of mine hides it all
and
while I hold back a thousand tears.
Sometimes,
my closet friends don't even know the chilling truth.

Depression.
It takes over me,
controlling every move
and
thought I make,
every "sin" I take.
It's like a dark cloud of poison,
killing me on the inside,
making me alive on the outside.
No one knows of my secrets.
No one knows of my pain.

So much pain I hide from the people I love.
So much sorrow I lock in my dead heart,
not letting anyone carry my burdens on their shoulders.
Maybe only a few do....
But I regret that they do.
I fear they'll disappear
if I let them into my head,
this world of pain and hate,
darkness and shadows.

Everyday,
nobody knows I suffer through the hours,
the nights and days.
No one knows of my pain
only because that fake smile of mine hides it all
and
while I hold back a thousand tears.
Sometimes,
my closet friends don't even know the chilling truth.
I always said non one will know anything about me,
never in a million years...

But I guess it's already too late.