Within

bam.

The tears I cry are silent, same goes for all my sorrow.

I wear a mask of happyness, And yet I feel real hollow.

Is this who I really am? Surrounded in darkness.

I cry because a broken heart, because there's no tomarrow.

I feel lonely, I feel mad, I feel forgotten, or to be forgot.

Not cared for, not made for, not in anyones dream or heart.

Yet I still keep breathing, and a mask I wear.

I can't show my true self, not tomorrow not anywhere.

You may care you may not, I may have notice or forgot.

My truths are lies, my lies are fed.

I'm still alone in the dark, even my mask left unread.

I cry tears, they are silent

So are the spots of red.

To everyone I am not needed, to me I am dead.

When I try I fail, when it's right it's wrong.

No one notices my mask, cracked, or stepped upon.

And yet there may be one, one person out of all

who carefully takes that mask, mending, then is gone.

I am human, or I'm told, I am not forgot.

When no mender I am lost

Without a light or sock.

But when they hear my pitiful cry

one never to be heard for all

They are a help from heaven

they are a help from god.

Those red spots disappear

Those cry not forgot.

But even if a mender heals

some cracks are forgot