My life is a lie,
Most would never know.
why do i even try,
I'm always going to be alone.
My heart is 7 different shades of grey,
Bruised from December.
I'm never going to be okay,
I'm always going to remember.
None of this will make sense to you,
it's a puzzle left unsolved.
I just don't know what to do,
I need to get others involved.
I have nightmares almost every night,
Scared of being in the dark all alone.
Opened my eyes with no help in sight,
But i should have known.
Maybe, just maybe this was all just a dream,
Or maybe I'm just imagining .
I know this is what it seems,
This is the truth unraveling.