Paint there’s paint all over her face she’s wearing a mask a mask that won’t come off. Why is Mona Lisa smiling when she’s really depressed
Fake smiles, empty laughs can you hear the hollowness in her voice. Her mask is cracking she reaches for the blunt hoping the smoke will disguise her hide her from herself
Getting high at a dead end trying to lie to herself she whispers I’m okay
With that halfway smile she fools the world life’s been nothing but cruel to her
She sits alone in an empty room and stares at the walls contemplating on how she could end it all
It could be so easy one bullet straight to the head no need to mourn because inside she was already dead.
But nobody saw and nobody knew Poetry by Forest Love