I've been told that my smiles
They don't reach my eyes anymore
And whenever I see someone genuinely happy
A part of me dies a little more
I can't sleep
I can't eat
I don't want to go outside anymore
All I really want to do,
Lay in bed and cry a little more
I really wish
That I could think
Outside of my draining sink
Happy memories, good experiences
All down into that deep, black hole
They say shape up, ship out, get up, don't pout
Look around you, this generation is dying
You say our humor is morbid, or stupid, nonsensical
But what you can't see is that we're using it to cover up the fact that inside
We're crying.
Look past the fake smiles
The masks that everyone wears
See that past all that we're rocking back and forth
In a dark black hole
Thinking over and over
'It'll be ok'