I woke up this morning with the urge to cry.
Didn't tell anyone cause they'd want to know why.
Got dressed this morning and put on all black.
Didn't wear any make-up, what's the point in that?
For make-up only covers what you don't want others to see,
And it can't get rid of what's bothering me.
I went to work this morning with a smile on my face,
In the crowded hallway, I felt so out of place.
I started to tell someone I almost wanted to die,
But they'd just laugh and say I have no reason to cry.
They see me as I want them to...Fun, caring, no worries
or important things to do.
But they can't hear the screaming or the torture inside.
They never ask, they have their own lives.
But that doesn't stop them from leaning on me.
I'm being their crutch, but who'll support me?
-emiko_d
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