Years passed away,
Making my feelings strong.
You are still here,
In me.
I fell, in your hole.
And you gave me hope.
You said,
And I believed.
You knew, but played.
You smiled,
I died.
Hoping to be fine.
The pressure of being good
The pressure of being great,
None of that matters
When you are dead.
Slowly she forgot
How to smile.
Slowly she lost
Her innocent mind.
Slowly she started
To feel the real pain.
Slowly she killed
The love in herself.
Sitting still with unsettled thoughts,
Traveling to places where the body can't.
Trying to escape the reality,
But every time it hits so hard.
The days go by and nothing changes,
But something is decaying inside.
Happiness is just a matter
Of time.
It is a cover.
The pain is always there.
Beneath
Buried.
Coming out suddenly
Ripping the cover,
Making you feel alive.
Then suddenly
The cover is drawn again Burying and hiding the pain
Just for a matter of time.
