Holding a mask and mustering what is thought to be a simple grin
All she can ever see in herself is the overwhelming sin
Pretending everything is alright and keeping it from falling apart
It has never been this bad and she never wanted it to start
As days continue, the horrifying fears fill her mind and it's too late
No one can save her now because she has finally accepted her fate
The faith and the hope she once had is beginning to fade away
She can't trust or love anyone because she knows they wont stay
The frustration within the confusion makes everything much worse
She knows He gives her life “lessons” but it feels more like a curse
The lies, pain, and discomfort she experiences only leave her feeling alone and neglected
She suppresses her emotions and no one will ever know how much she is truly affected
Well here she stands not knowing that there are others just like her in this crowd
She tries to hear them speak but her thoughts are much too loud
There has to be some sort of purpose or meaning to all of this
She wants to believe that a True God still exists
The one true thing that we can depend on
is, the world is full of people who feel the
same, who hurt the same and who feel
isolated and alone.
Try writing a lot. Write about anything and
post it, tell the world how you feel and the
load will become lighter, you will feel better
and others will review you. Others will tell
you they have problems too.
He will come. Write a lot, keep yourself
busy and the man of your dreams will pop up
one of these days when you least expect him.
The one true thing that we can depend on
is, the world is full of people who feel the
same, who hurt the same and who feel
isolated and alone.
Try writing a lot. Write about anything and
post it, tell the world how you feel and the
load will become lighter, you will feel better
and others will review you. Others will tell
you they have problems too.
He will come. Write a lot, keep yourself
busy and the man of your dreams will pop up
one of these days when you least expect him.