open wounds
A lazy smile hides a pleading cry,It won't be long until I die.
Every laugh, a kick in the gut,
Each night adds another cut.
You see just one line, but I see plenty.
On one line there is twenty.
Behind the smoky black veil,
is a monster that's extremely frail.
Behind the eyes so piercing bright,
is a world completely void of light.
You see the face, nothing more
I only cry once you're out the door.
Each night bleeding out the fears,
each night crying bloody tears.
Further down slips the cheery mask,
failing at every fucking task.
The deeper I'm in the deeper the cut,
I'm stuck fast, in a fucking rut.
How many more can one line take?
How many smiles must I fake?
Till I use my metal friend
and bring about a bloody end?
No one sees the open wounds...
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