It’s strange, whenever I need to pour out what’s inside of me I write to you.

Do you think that makes me crazy?

You never even talk to me anymore, but somehow

I know you understand and that helps me.

How do we get so lost in life?

We go through each day pretending that we are something were not

Just to please the people around us.

We allow people to walk all over us in order to feel that

We fit in somehow.

We wake up and put on a mask to hide who we really are

For we have not the strength to refuse.

 Silently screaming for help and understanding that never comes,

For no one can hear the silent tears of loneliness.

Sex, Drugs, Booze, anything to fill the emptiness and for a split second

We feel loved.

Reality shines through faithfully the dream is over

Once again alone.