Sitting Here

I sit here wondering everyday why I wished it were all ok.

Behind my smiles lies the truth,
a painful, breaking, hurtful truth.

Behind these scars lies their stories,
their suicidal, harmful worries.

And you think I'm ok, but I'm screaming inside.
These stabbing secrets that I just must hide.

And I'm lying to you, as well as myself.
Waiting for a hand offering their help.

And I sit here wishing it'd all go away,
'cause i just can't face it, I'm just to afraid.

And I know I've got problems hidden inside,
but no matter how hard I try , their just to hard to find.

So I sit here, silent, bleeding inside,
when the person you know is all just a lie.