Each morning eyes empty
I walk to the bus
The friends I see smile back at me
Then they'd ask me how I feel
But that's the problem
I don't feel anymore
When I'm hurt and bleeding
There is no pain
Only the color red
The color of my life
Leaving me
I feel pain
Mostly it's just a dull throb
But at times it feels like my heart is being ripped in two
Like when I look at you
And even now I can't help
But take a masochistic glance at you
Whenever your near
And to feel as old wounds are ripped open
And new ones break for the first time
Yet I still smile
I smile and say that I'm doing well
Keeping how I actually feel
Hidden behind my mask