Dont think we Dont know,
Our bodies attempt to numb the soul
Pleading with our weakened minds,
Eventually it takes over full control,
The pain hidden behind the delooted state,
Pretending that it's something we want,
Yet all along we seclude our bodies in shame,
Because our habits we try hard not to flaunt,
Behind the expressionless faces and bold eyes,
We all cry out for a defection to be free,
We scream to ourselves this couldn't be true,
Facing such affliction this can't happen to me,
Nobody will try to notice, Nobody will see,
A stranded soul behind a demons destruction,
Death to the individual trying to grasp ahold,
That hand to pull them from such disfunction,
These very words you now read and gaze upon,
Came from a soul in that very same place,
So before you turn and walk away confused,
Try to hear the pain hidden behind a pale face.
©justin_ur
J