If I was hurt would you see?
It’s not physical, it’s mentally.
You see me happy when I'm screaming inside.
I’m being beaten.
By the monsters that live in my head.
They eat at my soul, until there is nothing.
I can't be helped.
I can’t be seen.
You pass by me as if I'm nothing.
All that does is kill me,
And provoke the monsters more.
But I keep going.
I fight the monsters so I don't worry others.
Because if I died today,
I know it would hurts others,
More then it would help,