Maybe I write of the pain
because pain is all I feel.
Maybe I put loss in words
because my loss is real.
When night pulls a curtain
over the sun,
my words turn to tears
because day shall have none.
Don't say that my scars
are useless lies.
They are the gates to the truth
that I hide in my eyes.
Maybe I joke so much
so I do not cry.
Maybe I smile so much
'Cause I want to die.
