Sometimes I don’t want to talk about it
and I don’t want someone there to listen.
Because talking won’t share the pain
and listening won’t help bring them back.
Sometimes I don’t have the words
and I can’t fake the expressions.
Because I’m not okay and I can’t say that but at the same time faking smiles is as tiring as trying to get your understanding to where I need it to be.
Sometimes, just sometimes,
I’m lonelier then I appear to be
because the one I want in my company is too far away
on what some would consider my social days,
I surround myself with them,
just to avoid being alone with thoughts of you.