I’m sitting here alone again
Struggling just to use this pen
You promised me I’d be okay
Doesn’t look like it’s going that way
Striving to be something I’m not
Lies in my throat are caught
I’m bleeding on the inside out
What am I even going on about?
I have the perfect life
A man who wants me to be his wife
Family and friends who really do care
So why does my life feel so empty and bare?
Is it my destiny, my fate?
Is my happiness just too late?
Sometimes I sit, wonder, and cry
Tired of pretending, running from the lies
Is it possible to be alone
When you’re not the only one?
It’s not like I have no one around me
But what can they really see?
They think I’m just fine
Not knowing my life is on the line
I’ll let them think this is true
Funny thing is..they don’t have a clue.
silence ppl try to understand you but no one ever really understands