How many times will I lie and say I'm fine?
Put a smile on my face and pretend I'm alright.
No one knows the difference. I'm too good to fail.
Who will see through the mask? See that I am frail.
I'm so afraid to ask for help. Too proud to tell the truth.
Yet I want so badly to try. But I'm far too hesitant to move.
Every lie just piles up with the others. Always bringing me down.
I feel like the king of sorrow. The scars inside are my crown.
I wish someone would find me here and pull me from this hell.
I wish I wasn't so proud and afraid. All I want to do is yell.
I'm not sure where to turn anymore, and I honestly don't care.
I hate my own apathy. I'm so tired of the fact that I'm scared.
But oh, how I lie. I pretend that I'm still fine.
As if no pain surrounds me. Truth is, I wish I could die.