The white of me was a dream…
Drifting in and out of surreal reality
My heart and soul needing the same thing
Tired of the white porcelain mask I wear
With forced smiles masking real fears
Never letting my act slip
It left my face and soul emotionless with silent anger
A white, broken soul destroyed by numbness
Dying inside…incomplete and empty
My heart sinking and drowning in my own tears
Trying desperately to stay afloat…
Until someone reaches down and saves me
With time being my only cradle of hope
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
The white of me was a dream…
Drifting in and out of surreal reality
My heart and soul needing the same thing
Tired of the white porcelain mask I wear
With forced smiles masking real fears
Never letting my act slip
It left my face and soul emotionless with silent anger
A white, broken soul destroyed by numbness
Dying inside…incomplete and empty
My heart sinking and drowning in my own tears
Trying desperately to stay afloat…
Until someone reaches down and saves me
With time being my only cradle of hope
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