Drowning in pain, and not knowing where to go.
Soaking in the dirt without any love.
Trying to go on, but the pain is keeping you still.
Will you get up or will you stay?
The mind and the heart do not agree.
Sick is the word that you refuse to say.
Not being able to move is becoming unbearable.
Yet you still have a smile on your face, as if there is nothing wrong.
You are convincing that this is not real.
This is a fantasy that only lives in the dreams of real.
Nobody sees the struggle; nobody sees the pain.
They only see you which is all you wanted.