empty and hollow
tired; full of sorrow
my heart aches but i can't feel it
can't feel the pain when life hits
i'm numb

i don't know what to do
it hard to feel for you
when i can't even for me
who can i be
when i'm numb

how do i describe how i feel?
one hand free, other held down by guilt
but no longer chained to someone who i am not

who am i?
that i don't know
i've lost myself among opinions surrounding me

who do i be?
myself? what does that mean?
how do i find myself when i don't know what im searching for?

i'm only a sponge
when they erupt, one thing being a tipping point, i'm there. i'm the one who cleans up, i'm the one to make it seem as if it never happened.
i'm only a liar.

the flowers died on monday
the clouds cried on tuesday
the sky screamed on wednesday
the sun dimmed on thursday
the stars hid on friday
mother nature weeped on saturday
the earth spun on on sunday

joy, giggles and laughs as they trudge through the snow. snowballs gliding through the air, sleds speeding down. it's magical, the way the snowflakes fall gracefully from the sky...

but, when the sun comes out, the fun begins to die. the once white covered grass starts to fade, the happiness of winter melts away.

this side of my skin
hides what lies within
a perfect shell
hiding my inner hell

this side of me
hides what you can see
what i hide
what's trapped deep inside

outside as perfection
inside a deadly infection
it spreads through my soul
its darkness swallowing me whole

this side of my skin
protects what i hide within
keeps my thoughts hidden
because what they say is surely forbidden