Smile, Sweetheart
Smiles...
My smiles,
will never be anything more,
than a deluded lie.
They say the eyes are the windows to one's soul.
I have, I guess you could call them, courtains.
I'm always happy to the eyes of these people.
None of my 'friends' have ever seen me for what I am.
The person I never want them to see.
I care about them too much,
yet not at all.
I just don't want them to see the monster I am.
I hide in my room,
with a razor in my hands,
too afraid to do anything with it.
I'm such a coward.
I can't cut.
Not again.
Whe I stopped I promised myself I wouldn't start over.
I refuse to break that promise.
I value my life.
Lie.
I don't care if I die.
No one'll miss me anyways.
Will I miss any of them?
My 'friends'...would I care if they died?
I don't really know...
I'll just keep on smiling.
Even if I don't mean it,
maybe one day...
My smiles will actually mean something.
My smiles,
will never be anything more,
than a deluded lie.
They say the eyes are the windows to one's soul.
I have, I guess you could call them, courtains.
I'm always happy to the eyes of these people.
None of my 'friends' have ever seen me for what I am.
The person I never want them to see.
I care about them too much,
yet not at all.
I just don't want them to see the monster I am.
I hide in my room,
with a razor in my hands,
too afraid to do anything with it.
I'm such a coward.
I can't cut.
Not again.
Whe I stopped I promised myself I wouldn't start over.
I refuse to break that promise.
I value my life.
Lie.
I don't care if I die.
No one'll miss me anyways.
Will I miss any of them?
My 'friends'...would I care if they died?
I don't really know...
I'll just keep on smiling.
Even if I don't mean it,
maybe one day...
My smiles will actually mean something.