No, I could never show it.
Show it to the world.
How I really feel is ugly to most.
Sinking inside myself.
Becoming a slumbered ghost.
I'm in the comfort of sadness.
And it's getting bad again.
My own feelings turning against me.
He sang the words as a joke.
Later to realize it wasn't a hoax.
And now he's gone.
I'm gone.