The Cover

Dark days, and pain that hovers close over me. teardrops upon the pavement and raindrops, upon the window pane. sorrow, defeat, lies, agony, unworthy of this life that the lord has given me. I've cried day in and day out. Feared, my helpless soul withering away with the world. I hide the unhappiness behind my smile, close my eyes and begin to cry. No one know suspects a thing cause my laughter is my cover my humor is my healing, sometimes I am so numb i find it hard to think, so blank no words to even write which is clearly my joy, wrapped around in this web of denial, claiming that I'm ok when deep down I hurt, deep down I am nothing.