Death of the person
Who I used to call me
Except no one sees
Who's actually died
I live on
With a facade of dreams
Smiling so happily
But no one sees
The pain behind my eyes
Because who I used to be died
Now I am only the remnants
Of what used to be
The sad thing is,
You get used to it
Fake smiles, fake laughs
But all you want to do
Is die
Peacefully
That's all I ask
Is to be dead
Like the person
I used to be
Sitting there idly
Waiting to be set free
From the hell that holds me
