Read the words that are singled out as a sentence.
Sinning is the way we cope.
The thrills and rushes of life
can't make the hurt leave.
Lies
are the world we live. There
is nothing that can save me
from the spiriling hole of
despair. Maybe if I
don't
tell anyone,it will all be fine.
no one will ever know how I
hide
the pain and the tears. I
will just head back to my cubby
hole of sin, basking in its
glory as the
pain
eats away at my soul. Hide it
with a mask, and hide it well
so no one will ever know what
lurks underneath the smiles
and laughs
while
I smile,I laugh,we joke about
each other,but really does
the
pain hurt you like it does me?
I can't explain why I do it.I
keep telling myself I am
real
but do I believe. I look in the
mirrior and all I see is the fake
me
surrounded by the dark, suffocating
hopping to be saved. I
hide
from theworld, the ugly decieving
world. I put up a temporary
only letting it fall when
I am alone. Really who
in
the universe can tell me who
I really am? Why can'tanyone
see
the
emptiness in my eyes as I
walk this world, no more than
a doesn't anyone see the
darkness
that surrounds me. Threatening
to take me into its arms and
swallow my whole being until
all that is left are the
memories ofthe broken hearted.