Open Book, Open Letter

I was an open book I shared an open letter It was getting old anyway What am I talking about My feeling were real the pain is real I can hide behind my fury, my pride, everything I am but I'd still be broken down inside I can say none of this has phased me look at this as learning say nobody can break me down but how much of that is true when I know deep down inside I don't have a clue How everything just suddenly turned into a raging storm Everything was falling up now everything's spiraling down I'm an open book but I feel like dying now Everything I held onto the one thing I kept lost it in a game of charades a childish bet in a game I've never won And I'm trying to play it off walking tall hiding myself in the shade smiling at my surroundings while at home I bury my face in my pillow dream of a willow sitting by the sea attempting to possibly do the impossible and try to do the act of forgetting