bad but good enough.

You think its you, you’re only harming,
Because its nice, soothing and calming.
When really each time you shed a tear,
Someone’s biting their nails in fear.
Fear of if you’re going to make it through the night,
Or fear that you’ve given up the will to fight.
And its not because you think you’re weak,
It’s because you’ve lost your words to speak.
Help is out of the question if you can’t find the right things to say,
But you’ll remain acting happy and living life day by day.