Lies

Lies he hides behind his eyes,

He lays alone when noones home,

He cries out in screams and shouts,

Begging his mind to leave him be,

Hates his reality, 

But no ones home, 

Hes all alone, 

His cries are met with a silence,

He can only resort to self violence, 

he cant cross that line,

His silence is killing him inside but he has be fine,

After all if he shows his pain he looses the game,

If he shows pain hes sick and twisted only there for fame,

No one sees into his eyes past the lies, 

He slowly dies,

Taken over by a false light,

He ended his fight,

Goodbye hes glad to die,

He falls to the ground, 

As the colorless world around finally comes down.

 

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