I can see the sad in your eyes, and in the way that you slouch.
Because bad posture probably means you don't care, and not caring is better than caring too much.
Or maybe it means that you're tired, and being tired means that you're still human and you're still breathing.
Because time has made you hard and it has made you cold.
These months have taken their toll on you and they've made you grow old.
You might be fooling everyone else but I notice the fear in your eyes.
You're afraid that you've forgotten how to feel, so you desperately attempt to wear a disguise.
But what you don't know is that no matter how many pills you take
Drinks you consume
Drugs you inject
Or people you see
your sadness always lingers, and it makes itself a priority
You can't hide from your monsters when you created them in the first place