These days it's getting harder to... Stop it, say no more. Hide those eyes. No one needs to see that pain reflected. If you're hurting, do it quietly. If you're losing control keep it beneath your skin. They don't need to see it. You don't want to answer for it. How could you explain something that shouldn't exist? If you're tired keep holding on. No one's going to carry your burdens. No one can know. They're not real remember...? They don't exist. If you're not strong enough to walk the final mile, then you shouldn't even start that sentence. If there's no confrontation then there's no need to run. And running you do, a lot. From reality, from yourself, from what you feel, from what you know is true. You go as far as admitting it to yourself, but you still don't trust people enough to say it out loud. Better this way, isn't it? When it's said it's real. There's no going back. But you know that's just a huge mistake waiting to happen so you'll remain in silence. If you can't bare to see it then look away. You can't... You won't... But the hope never dies, the what ifs and maybes that haunt you deep at night. The over-analyzation you can't help but to indulge in. Something to keep your head working non-stop around the clock. What are you waiting for anyway? Something that won't happen? The hope lives on but you believe no longer, got slapped enough times to feel the burn before the hand even touches down. Guess some of us are just masochistic... I know I am.
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