"Are you ok?"
Is my look behind me subtle enough?
I'd hate for you to think i was confused,
Of who you were adressing,
As you turn to me.
There's no one there for you to question,
nor to answer my silent plea.
Because any answer i give will be lie,
And that doesn't sit right with me.
I could tell you about the fear,
the overwhelming agony,
the urge to cut across my palm,
and let at least some part of me free.
But you'd think that i was crazy,
or worse, you'd think i couldn't cope.
And then i wouldn't be amazing,
Just simple, drowning me.
So i turn back with a grin,
holding my feelings in,
and i shrug my shoulders,
"I'm fine."
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