The outside

The outsides all they see.
Its covered by shameful lies.
Life before was Hell,
But no ones sees cause its hidden from all the shame.

Ways life treated me,
Was harsh cuts into skin.
No longer talking fear of dying.
control was the only way to hide.

Visions of nothing,
Cause brain starts dreaming.
The urge to sleep was forever.
But always had bruises underneath eyes.

celebrities are meant to look the part,
but don't mind me,
Iv'e been told to look put together.
So thats what Iv'e done.

Hidden my secret life of pain.
Never want others to see,
Im just sick lying on my imaginary death bed.
wondering if I will ever get up.
Or will I die dreaming over broken dreams.