You weigh the pain.
Error returns.
Your eyes drown in the water.
You've spent your whole life in the water; below.
No revenge though,
You're wise enough to know your limits.
You never tell your pain, hoping if you don't you'll forget it.
But you know it builds inside you.
You just may be turning mentally ill.
You try to be happy with friends and life,
But you barely fake your way through.
Wait,
You and I know that's not true.
The only friend you have is your pillow.People are acquaintances, barely.
Every day is like deja'vu.
At times you dwell on the pain.
At times you fake your way through it.
Whenever you look at yourself,
All you see are scars and bruises of your past,
Your memories, not your pain though.
Pain has been with you your entire life.
Whenever you look at yourself you don't see within,
You don't see that you're innocent,
You always blame yourself for it.
Look at yourself!
You see only ugliness.
Your pain? A little.
But if you see your feelings,
You would know to change yourself
And not dwell on the past.
You whisper to your pillow at night,
You hug your pillow.
You rely on that only friend.
So how should I know what you're going through,
If you seem so happy around PEOPLE?
I take a look from within.
You have purple tears,
You hurt yourself physically and definitely mentally.
You're depressed,
The stages you've exceeded all,
You represent depression you've exceeded.
Since you keep it all in that's what's coming out.
You're anti-social.
You've known pain so long,
But you can't take it.
You loathe it.
You detest it.
You hate it.
You weigh the pain.
Error returns.
Your eyes drown in the water.
