Running to stand still,When you look upDo you see the blue sky of what might be?Or the darkness of what never will?Do you see me?You ask me to not run away...But I'm already gone.
Crying is a weakness.Every tear which slides down my face is a traitor.I feel numb-no i feel angry,Everyday, every single damned day is a struggle.A struggle to keep up the act.Each smile holds a thousand secrets.My smile holds memories.Harsh words,Fearful actions,Broken hearts.The only thing left of the betrayers is a runny nose-That, however, is on the outside.Inside a battle rages on...And chaos has the upper hand.