what do you do?
when life feels so incomplete?
when a smile is so far away?
gloom is the highest emotion... a battle inside, fighting not to hide.
you are torn apart.
highs and lows, spinning... this greedy sickness that takes you and leaves you so exposed.
You rush to cover it up, afraid they might see and become stressed with worry...
it is simply all a show.
you say you grow so very tired of this game, you say hold your head high although it feels positively heavy today.
you want to walk away but your feet are stuck in place.
the sun is shining, but hurting you shut your eyes and imagine you are blind...
no you are not seeking the night or it's coldness... only something to understand why you can't cry.
tomorrow you will greet the sun
tomorrow the smile will not be forced.
you want to despair only for one day
you want to sit and stay or drift to sleep
Today you gave in a little
Today the sickness won a battle...
but NEVER the war...
HOPE and LOVE wins in the end
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