She is the one
The one who hides from her past
The one who puts on her facade each and every morning
The worlds best actress.
She lives her life as if her past didn't happen, she smiles when things hurt, and laughs when she feels like crying, she is sad inside, but doesn't show it. She is the one who goes through her day, thinking about her past, and the stupid choices she made. She goes on living, if it can be called that, happy on the outside, dying on the inside. She is the one who answers no when someone asks if she's ever been in love. Her days are happy and cheerful, noone is the wiser.
Her nights however, are dreadful, she dreams the past she hides so well, memories she tries to forget, not because of the pain, but because she feels the need to punish herself. She cries most nights, until she falls asleep, slow sad tears stream her face, she hides it well, making no noise, but inside she is screaming. And on those days, when she answers no, her dreams are the worst, his face fills her mind, his voice fills her ears, and their memories become hers again.
She is the one
The one that loves no more.
The one who hides from her past
The one who puts on her facade each and every morning
The worlds best actress.
She lives her life as if her past didn't happen, she smiles when things hurt, and laughs when she feels like crying, she is sad inside, but doesn't show it. She is the one who goes through her day, thinking about her past, and the stupid choices she made. She goes on living, if it can be called that, happy on the outside, dying on the inside. She is the one who answers no when someone asks if she's ever been in love. Her days are happy and cheerful, noone is the wiser.
Her nights however, are dreadful, she dreams the past she hides so well, memories she tries to forget, not because of the pain, but because she feels the need to punish herself. She cries most nights, until she falls asleep, slow sad tears stream her face, she hides it well, making no noise, but inside she is screaming. And on those days, when she answers no, her dreams are the worst, his face fills her mind, his voice fills her ears, and their memories become hers again.
She is the one
The one that loves no more.
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