Fake

The wind rushes through the trees.
As my face looks down at my knees,
I'm breathing slowly,
Every part of me feels so unholy,
My life is an empty shell,
Never coming up from hell,
For everything you say,
I try to turn as you act like its ok,
Its not right to feel this way,
Just dont fight and stay away,
Keeping this secret is something I can't take,
Your done being a fake,