I cry when no ones looking
hiding behind closed doors
I hide behind a mask all dayEmotions held in my Core
But when I crawl inside my bed
exausted, unhappy, and worn
I feel the emotons I held back
Slowly start to pour
It doesnt stop until morning
by then I'm cold and sore
Then I start to pick the broken pieces up
Each one that was torn
To form again my mask
That goes on my face once more
I will only truely stop when
I find something worth living for





christina

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