You woke up one day feeling tired and lonely
Yet smile's plastered on your face like you're not in worry.
In an ocean of happiness you bathe yourself in it,
Swimming and enjoying but you know in yourself you're faking it.
The truth is you're drowning yet remained calm and quiet instead of screaming,
Because the world is already in a cacophony
So you choose to be silent because no one will hear you anyway.
You act tough although on the inside you're not.
You cut your wrist more often just to make sure you're not feeling numb.
And you think of suicide and death as an option
That would grant your tortured soul the salvation you're looking for.
