It’s almost funny this aching we feel,
We hide it from the world- we try to conceal.
Everyone asks how you are,
But that’s the cold truth that we lock behind bars.
We bury our pain deep inside,
We smile, we laugh, and the pain- we hide.
This world has gone cold,
Many young people never grow old.
It’s getting hard to make it through each day,
When nobody wants to hear what you have to say.
Everyone’s alone in this so called world,
I’m always alone, cold, and curled.
And when the night swallows what daylight forgave, I like awake and think of my grave.
The silence speaks louder than I ever could,
If only the world had once understood.
The silence holds me, heavy as stone,
I let it take me - and I face it alone.
