I wear a smile well, it’s my best accessory
I do it because I know it’s necessary
Behind the smile it’s revealed I’m dying inside
And it’s amazing the world buys all the lies.
Nobody will ever know
That the pain doesn’t let me go
It will haunt me until the day I die
I don’t want my tears to stain the world outside.
Trapped in a world I’m not good enough for
What am I still doing here?
Only in death will I find some of bliss
I know that I won’t be missed.
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I use to smile, but the longer I live the less I can tolerate the foreboding pointless argument of existing.
Pain floods my mind with its roots of conscience digging deeper into my soul, ripping into flesh like hooks of death that stir the nerve of being.
The hole of death grinds me into oblivion until it can no longer contain my pain then annihilates into nothing; this is bliss.
Holier than thou, saintly faces hollowed be thy name.