Cracked

A mask of porcelean is what disguises my discomfort.
Nothing other than self-deception has appeared to work.
Lies and smiles is all that's accepted to bleed through.
But with people devolving, there's not much that one can do.
*My mask holds firm.*

Crying as frowned on as murder.
Creativity slaughter.
If it continues ill never be stronger.
*The adhesive fade slowly*

Its a phase, not forever, give it time I hear.
But forever is just the word I fear.
Those who know dare not bring it up.
Emotions, hatred, and the past erupt.
Shame and unyielding melancholy soak my mind.
Lost hopes is all I find.
The past rears its ugly memories.
And a few that meant the world to me.
*Cracks form*

Religion nowhere in sight
Nothing in this world feels right.
Christ dissapears in the middle of every fight.
Another nightmare filled night.
Just please end this life.
*Pieces form*

Finnally I've found who I am again.
Reassurance without restrain.
At last my heart has spoken what it needs.
No more do my wrists bleed.
More and more my heart has said,
"You can wait untill you die to be dead"
*The mask withers away*