Hide the thoughts, mask the pain
Break the rules to play the game.
Why? How? When? Where?
Who really knows?
No one cares.
It has to be possible- People do it all the time.
My walls just aren't typical.
Maybe that's a lie.
I don't really know.
One day I'll stop caring.
Sick of letting things show, not letting go.
Decide to feel different.
I hate when that's said.
It doesn't erase anything from my head.
Is it really that simple?
Perhaps.
I doubt it though.
If it were, there would be no relapse.