Fakes and Liars.

We are the ones,
with the broken backs, trying to stand tall.
Our wrists bleeding and white stuff around our noses,
we're the ones giving up our freedom.
Grabbing your hurt,
and putting it all on our conscience.

We dream big dreams,
lie big lies.
We are the fakes,
playing the main character in the play of losers.

The pretty ones,
with the comforting smiles.
Giving you advice,
we would never consider ourselves to commit.

Letting you lean on our shoulders,
saying "I'm fine", with the tears down our faces.
We grab onto our hearts,
barb wire it, make it invisible to your eyes.
Our feeling don't exist,
we only act on the wish to help someone else.
Hope,
that they don't end up like us.

We are the Hurts,
crying alone, ashamed of the eyes that might see us.
We're the homeless,
offering the rich our pennies we find on the ground.
Screaming our lungs out,
into the pain surrounding us.
Unhealthy,
the way we live.
But we keep staying like this,
in fear of the weakness we might experience.

Holding our wrists above our heads,
high enough for you not to see.
Wiping our eyes every time we hear footsteps,
hiding the razor and bags of white pleasure.
We smile the smiles you want to see,
and give you a chance to see something not real.
But
something you want to see.

We're the hurt,
fakes, liars, actors, and actresses.
Keeping our facade,
praying someone would see through it someday.
If you look closer,
you could see the cry of help in our eyes.

And once you do,
you can bet we'll deny it.
And get a tighter grip,
on the heart inside us.