It’s the happiest people
That are often the saddest
It’s in the quietest places
Our screams are the loudest
It’s on the sunniest days
The dark depression rolls in
It’s in the deepest waters
We find out we can’t swim
It’s from the ones we love most
We try our best to hide
And it’s through the fakest smiles
We tell white little lies
No matter how hard
I continue to try
I can never repress
The self-loathing inside
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
It’s the happiest people
That are often the saddest
It’s in the quietest places
Our screams are the loudest
It’s on the sunniest days
The dark depression rolls in
It’s in the deepest waters
We find out we can’t swim
It’s from the ones we love most
We try our best to hide
And it’s through the fakest smiles
We tell white little lies
No matter how hard
I continue to try
I can never repress
The self-loathing inside