Injection

Whenever people ask me if I’m okay,
I always reply what they want me to say.
Even though it’s just another newly formed lie,
The pain is something that I cannot deny.
But I’ll have to conceal the lies I’ve created for myself
By leaving them behind on this dusty old shelf.

The tears are only drowning away my sanity
And I can feel myself slip away from reality.
The secret I withheld is only preventing me
From telling the truth, which is the only key
To freeing these fabricated lies of mine
And ending these well-performed lines.

Inject the untold truths into my skin
So I can feel the agony lying within.
As sedation begins to flow through my veins
And the tears transform into a pouring ruby red rain,
The sharpness of the needle finally hits who I used to be
Before a sense of recognition arrives in me.