Hidden Forever and Fornever

Hidden In My Eyes
I look at them from a distance,
My head held high,
My eyes hurting from the sun.

And as I get closer,
The more the ground is interesting,
Every leaf, every blade of grass,
I know them all so well.

All people see is one who always laughs,
Smiling smiles to the walls behind them,
And they never see anymore than
The idiot in front of them.

That is the picture they build themselves,
So I take it and use it,
And they never question the flashes that run
Through my eyes.

It’s easier to feed
People their own lies
Then to show them
What you’re truly like.

And it’s easier for me
To stay the brainless happy moron
That they’ve so easily painted,
Then to show them the one they talk to,
Is a corpse that died so long ago.

I listen calmly to your problems,
Hiding my own feelings out of reach,
And then you ask me about mine.
I tell you that I have none,
And you tell me that I lie.

My problems are my own,
And it’s not like you need my thoughts
Weighing you down.
So I weave another lie,
Some truth mixed in as well,
And you believe it all.

If you really wanted to know,
What is on my mind,
What my problems are,
All you have to do is look into my eyes,
And that’s all you’ll see.

And I find it kinda twisted
And I find it kinda sad,
That the dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ll ever have.
I dream of my death,
And then I wake in the morning
And scream in disappointment.

As the silence closes in on me,
I play the music louder,
And in the end it’s the darkness that finishes it.
The knife is lying there,
So simple, so sad.

I pick it up,
Flick it open,
Watching the light run
Along the dulled edge,
Soon to be joined by blood.