I'm trapped in my head,
and there's no way out.
I'm screaming and crying,
but there's no one to hear me.
Can't you tell I'm dying here?
There's no longer a life-line
for me to hang on to.
I'm drowning in here.
I'm struggling to take a breath.
I'll smile to prove I'm okay,
but the hurt on your face
haunts me every day.
I can't help the dreams
or the flashbacks which keep me screaming.
Self-medication won't take away
the constant throb of pain.
I'm hurting the ones I love
with the thoughts in my head.
The crossroads of red
are the only things making me feel alive.
I'm an actress;
everything will be alright
as long as I keep pretending.