The Mask

This is getting tiring now,
keeping this mask on,
keeping held togetherness
when really i'm all done

I have nothing left inside,
nothing left to give,
nothing I can offer you,
no reason to live.

I wish i could just cheer up
get out and get a life
put all the past behind me
throw away my knife

But instead i'm here alone
back in this dark place
bleeding bright red tears again
what an awful waste

So what exactly do you want?
me to do or say,
can i have forgiveness? no,
too much debt to pay.

The End

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