Lies To Myself
Trapped in my own mind.
The false realization that every things fine.
Forcing belief that nothing is wrong.
A counterfeit posterior that I, myself am strong.
A lie to cover up the hurt inside.
The fact that everyday my goal is to die.
A story that I invent to comfort my own insanity.
So that I of course fit in with all humanity.
My lies are simply cover ups.
Disguises so that no one figures out that I'm actually nuts!
If lie to myself long enough maybe others will begin to believe.
And soon enough I can hide the fact that I constantly grieve.
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