I love when she can go through life and pretend like it’s peachy
She puts on this huge front like she’s not hurting on the inside
Crying for the lord to just grab her
Crying that so that he can see her
She sees him moving all around and she can praise people all day but she’s laying in her struggle screaming and no one can hear
She became so good at lying that even the people close to her couldn’t even tell the pain that she’s carrying
She lies so well she doesn’t even know until the doors close the lights dim and she’s alone
She only has all the thoughts that she pushed aside throughout the day to be the light to those around her but she’s dying
Shes slowing dying inside trying to hold herself together but she can’t
She wants to quit because that lump
That lump in her throat is painful
It’s everything she wants to let go of everything that has hurting her and everything that she doesn’t express
That lump it’s pain
That lump it’s envy
That lump is hurt
That lump is lust
That lump it’s the feeling of being forgotten
But shes lied so much and painted such a beautiful picture that people do not see that there is this painful girl just trying to escape
But how how can she escape when everyone expects so much from her
How can she leave behind what she knows to go to the unknown
How can a girl that seems so happy be so broken when the lights go dim