We pretend we're okay
and push our trauma away
so that they'll see us in a different way
Ignoring the fact that we're barely getting through the day
With the time ticking as it's quickly running out
Holding onto the end of our rope
With no hope
But drowning in doubt
I know what you do because I do it too
Hiding your grief under the bed
Numbing yourself to things people have done and said
Thinking that you're better off dead
While hiding the reality of every child hiding behind
a bright and deceitful smile
But truly and just honestly
we need revival
Why do we put band-aids on wounds that need a surgeon?