Everyday she is forced to fake a smile.
She doesn't want the world to know the pain she feels inside.
She hates herself but says she doesn't.
She laughs when its not funny.
She smiles even when it hurts.
Thinking if the world only knew.
Everyone finds her beautiful, if only she felt the same.
Shes told everyday that people love her, but love is her biggest fear.
With love comes the truth.
The truth of what she tries to hide.
Pain, Anger, and Fear.

There is a secret meaning behind I love you.
I need you.
I want you.
Hold me.
Kiss me.
Dry my tears.
Make me laugh.
Tell me it will be ok.

It started out as a seemingly innocent charade.
But soon become more then just another game to be played.
needles in arms.
smoke in lungs.
burning noses.
Swirling images.
Another form of torture
Look at what has been done.
Covering up to hide the bruising.
Nothing but pure desire.
A mind going hay-wire.
Another lost life.
Another broken heart.
A family now falling apart.
No love.
No peace of mind.
No escape from the choices that were made.
Trying to stop
The demons still taunt
Shaking hands
Numb mind
Searching for another hit
Swearing this is it
Bags cover your dresser top
Now you see it's hard to stop

Looking out a window
Watching your life flash remembering the good times.
Remembering the bad times.
Remembering his touch.
Remembering the cuts.
Remembering the pain.
Remembering that day when you lost your first kid.
Remembering how he laughed.
It all flashes as you lay there stareing out the window.

Wondering silently, not a sound to be heard                                                  
A boy walks around head held down
A single tear slides down his pale cheek
His father doesn't cares
His mother was never there
His sister was killed selling her self on the street
To him it seems as if no one care

In the darkness of night, or by the light of day
Waiting for hours with nothing to say
When wonder turns worry and knowledge to doubt
The truth becomes lies and silence to shout
The louder the cry the more muffled the plea
Lost miles away from where we should be
Open and honest and ugly and raw
Without wasting time with the hem and the haw
Memories fight oversights hidden by masks
Begging a thought is a torturous task
Still waiting for a hint or a clue or a sign
That the strength of a heart beats the power of mind