Dead
As dead as the ends on my hair
As alive as my dog
Buried in the ground
6 feet down
No one hears my screams
Because their not aloud
Their all in my head
Lively
As lively as a nightclub at 2 in the afternoon
I wish I were dead
But no one can see that
Because I don't say it
I hide it behind a fake smile
Everyday
Every night
I'm dead
And that's all Ill ever be
Dead
~m.a
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 1:56 AM UTC
Dead
As dead as the ends on my hair
As alive as my dog
Buried in the ground
6 feet down
No one hears my screams
Because their not aloud
Their all in my head
Lively
As lively as a nightclub at 2 in the afternoon
I wish I were dead
But no one can see that
Because I don't say it
I hide it behind a fake smile
Everyday
Every night
I'm dead
And that's all Ill ever be
Dead
~m.a
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