My plastic smile fools everyone, and I know they don’t see I’m crumbling inside. I’m afraid if I make eye contact they’ll all know, they’ll all see my tear-well curtains attempting to barricade against the world.
How do I stop this feeling? How do I forget? How do I make it stop? I’m trying. I just can’t anymore. There’s no way I can make it stop. I want it to go away completely. I can’t handle it anymore. How did I get here? Was I always coming here? Why didn’t I realize this is where I was leading to all along? Why did I think it would all be okay in the end? How does a broken attempts ever equate to anything promising? I’m crumbling.
She Was Sea 