All my friends are made up.
They aren't real, they're imaginary.
I wish I can just feel, just hear.
The voices inside my head are causing me fear.
I close my eyes hoping they'd still be there when I open them.
I see the streak of light they leave, wish they wouldn't have to leave...
It is my only happiness but it's false, not reality.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 10:16 PM UTC
She puts on a mask to hide.
She doesn't know who to confide.
The one she trusted lied.
Every night she has cried.
Love is what she was looking for.
He is the one who she relied.
Every day she smiles.
Every night she frowns.
Her dad is in ashes, now she sees the light.
Pills on the floor.
The mask she hides under is
No longer in sight.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC