The tip of the iceberg

''I can't fake another smile, I can't fake like I'm alright And I won't say I'm feeling fine, After what I been through, I can't lie''

You’ll never really know me, never truly

Because you’ll never meet the demons face to face

And I’ll never get a true moment of peace

For all I know is a call in the distant, 

an alarm wavering and calling for the thunder to come rolling in

Crashing everything in its way

Sadly people never look beyond beautiful eyes and normal conversations 

They’ll never see the medicine behind the cabinet or the sleepless nights or the thousand broken memories with people who taught you to stay away

For your pain will never be visible and they’ll sadly never ask

You’re not taught like that and you might spend your entire loving everyone else but yourself 

They’ll never question if you’ve felt rope around your neck or if you know what’s it’s like to be starved from touch and love

Your scars are not visible and they’ll never ask

Because maybe once you called and they didn’t pick up and you learned it all on your own

Your pain is your baggage 

Your blood is yours and nobody want to see the poor sight of you bleeding out on a bathroom floor

They’ll never see the litres of tears that you’ve cried and all the time spent behind closed doors

Or ever come to understand how many times you’ve imagined yourself in another world,

In a world where you could be safe, 

In a place where you could be happy,

They’ll never sadly understand that behind the facade was someone, 

a soul barely hanging on, 

a little girl on the rope begging God for a second chance at life, 

They’ll sadly never see that a whole mountain was swimming down under