Do you see me?
As i cry and die
right in front of your eyes
as the blood drips to the ground
and the life leaves my body
as my bones break
and my lungs swell
with things i will never say
i sit alone
quietly
biting my lip
playing with my fingers
flipping my hair
drawing about nothing
with begging eyes
can you not tell?
can you not see the pain?
can you see the emotion
behind my mask?
I walk alone
basting music
about death and sadness
about depression
about giving up
can you still not tell?
I guess it was true
Everyone always said i lied well
and
that i was always good at hiding things
Please try
and see me behind my mask that i hide behind.