Stuff your pain under your pillow,
No one will notice.
Stop wearing make-up,
No one will care.
Fill your half empty cup with what you think is happiness,
It will be forgotten.
All the trees breathing in the forest, all the sand washing away,
No one will take a second glance.
Take all the little blue pills; watch them fall down your throat slowly, disappearing at the drop,
No one is watching,
If a tree falls in the forest dropping dead in a sea of flies,
Does it make a sound?
Did you?
No one is watching,
Take another step.
It’s over. The trees are dead.
Flies are swarming.
All the sand is gone.
No one makes a sound.
In a sea of nothingness,
It’s over.