Dying
Dying
every day i wake up
sometimes it’s cloudy
other times it’s bright
but one thing never changes
my thought after a peaceful night
this is the same world
and if i go outside
i know i’ll see people dying
no matter how many smiles there are
they’re all hiding pain
no matter how many times
i hear a laugh and i know
it’s a mask hiding shame
and it never changes
it’s always the same
living in a world without hope
and so many can’t admit
they’re dying
inside out
self inflicted torment
regretting what they said
or what they didn’t
i watch and weep
and lose and learn
and it’s all the same
they’re still dying