Senseless but alert

Though it’s mentality is wakeless

The mind lays wide awake

Alive but deprived of sensation

Warm tears of clinging for life streams down it’s face

The cries it wails make only the sound of silence

Deaf of the sound of contentment

Depression is an anesthetic

But there it’s eyes bloodshot laying wide awake

Unaware of what lies around

But only aware of the river of grieve flowing down it’s cold cheek

Sensitive to life now it can only take so much

The makeup of high spirits settles across the fake face of sadness

The sounds of mimicked jolliness echo around the blinding love for others

The fraud of the glistening grins of enjoyment of living misguide others

A copy cat it is with the intentions of others not helping any longer

Wide awake it lays in the isolated room of danger

Silence is deadly to the deaf ears of it

The boundaries it lies ahead close one off from dragging suffering

It’s well-being appears to be in perfection

But the mock-up forgery of a face lies and hisses with self hate

It replicates so no ones heart has to worry

The bricks that build up it’s house is the worst battle of all

Silent with wounds of regret and hurt

Amputated dreams and hopes leaves it with nothing

On the walls the fakest smiles of it’s reflection cover up what is hidden

Surrounded by it’s “joyful” relations but you don’t see the intentions

Wakeless It lays awake in the dead of night

Can one see behind the eyes of the weary

The internal cries it gives only come out as reflected fake joy one gives

What a fraud it is

The disgusting depressive epidemic

The boundaries some step in on are only nothing but toxic

The imitation it plays out to be

Like child is to a sponge but it is a reflection of a mirror

Wide Awake And nothing but Fake