Masks

Sick and tired. All the lies. All the pretense.

I expect too much from this world.

Maybe i just expect this world to be more perfect. But it can never be true.

Maybe i just expect people to be more true to each other. But it will never be.

Truth become lies and lies become the truth.

I gave myself some hope, only to fall even further.

Maybe putting this mask on is killing me even further...

Acting as if nothing is wrong.. Acting as if i'm happy... and then people just dig deeper into my wounds.

Time for me to close up again.. i don't wanna be hurt no longer.... it'ld be best if i could just reject my own godamned existence.

Fuck it i'm a weakling.

Just let me be alone for a while.