It's sad, something that looks beautiful to most,
Can mean pain and suffering to others that are close.
You can paint a pretty picture,
Pretend that he won't hit you.
Say its not an issue,
'Till you're crying into tissues.
And when the sun's down,
And the picture gets more dark.
Your brain implodes,
And splatters like a rorschach.
Keep the ignorance and silence in your mouth.
And don't keep lookin inside from the out.