I know
Under those bright eyes
Run rivers of mascara
Wiped out of view
I know
Behind that smile
Your muscles ache from being
Forced into the same shape
I know
After every "I'm fine"
your cry: I'm not is
Brushed off your shoulder
I know
Within every silent tear
There's a scream
not not letting itself pass your lips
I know
How hard is it
To keep those
Hidden feelings
I know
How hard it is
To tell someone
To ask for help
I know
One day, some day
I will look back on this
And I will not hide them anymore
~E.Y.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
I know
Under those bright eyes
Run rivers of mascara
Wiped out of view
I know
Behind that smile
Your muscles ache from being
Forced into the same shape
I know
After every "I'm fine"
your cry: I'm not is
Brushed off your shoulder
I know
Within every silent tear
There's a scream
not not letting itself pass your lips
I know
How hard is it
To keep those
Hidden feelings
I know
How hard it is
To tell someone
To ask for help
I know
One day, some day
I will look back on this
And I will not hide them anymore
~E.Y.
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