A Fake Smile can hold back Tears

The Attic

My mind is an attic

And I have locked it for safe keeping

I will no longer be an addict

I will no longer be weeping.

I’ve locked the attic

And thrown away the key

For my thoughts are too traumatic,

To harsh and cruel for me.

I cannot endure this pain

I cannot keep thinking of these horrible sights

I want to become happy again

To take away all the fright.

I need you to save me

To help me through

I need you to love me

And for you to promise you will be true.