Day after day, the thoughts never change, how I’d be better off under the ground than here anyway.
“Just put on a face, pretend it’s okay.”
I never understood how people thought that way.
Living every day without some mask to convey that there isn’t something deep inside of them they want to escape.
They would say “just pray the pain away,” yet what’s lurking deep inside will not be swayed by grace.
The mask I fabricate, the portrayal of an actor, a silent masquerade.
You’ll find the truth in a decaying husk.
A pestilence upon me, grinding bone into dust.
I just feel like a fake.
These thoughts, I will never escape.
Deteriorate in my mental state.
However far I get dragged down, something inside me keeps me around.
I’m stuck begging that the nightmare ends, but every moment spent awake is wasted in my head.
Apathy took its toll on me, and continued to fuel this misery.
The only outcomes that I can see end with me collapsing or just bursting at the seams.
I still persist.
Persistence without purpose is meaningless.
The descent is everlasting.
Spiraling downward to my own demise.
Caving in, wearing thin, stretched out to infinity, until I cease to exist.
I will either escape this void or die trying.
Foresight aside, I’ll continue to fight.
My fate was never set in stone, and my burdens are mine.
All mine, all alone.
I will persist.
I will persist.
I will always persist.
Against my wishes, I will put on the face.
Put on the face.
I will put on the face.
Please try to listen.
I am just a fake.
Such a fake.
I have always been this way.
Always just a fake.