I'm drowning again but who will save me?
Who will notice when I do not speak?
You or you, you don't even notice the change.
You don't see the tears as long as I smile over the pain.
This is more lonely than you know, fighting by myself.
Pushing away these feelings and putting them on dusty shelves.
Always hailed the strong one but no one sees how weak I really am.
Always seeing the danger in trust and wondering at everyone's scam.
Most of the time not believing because words are louder but actions speak.
Looking out into a world so bright but what I see is bleak.
I am trying to step forward but the weights hold me down.
I cover my ears trying to block out words and screams and sounds.
Alone is when the tears come because I have to keep this mask held tight.
After all, I live in a world where sensitivity is spoken as a slight.
Safe places are a joke because there aren't any anymore.
They are only spoke of for those who use pain as an eyesore.
Noticing that people only speak when I can give them release.
So tired of being the one who must always and forever please.
I must be unbroken. I must not crack because darkness will spill.
While the past is held in there is no hope to heal.
So I press my lips together and wonder who will save me?
Who will step forward and notice when I do not speak?
