These silent tears slide down my face,
like gentle rain on cloudy days.
The sun shines for a slight moment,
but quickly fades, again I stand broken.
Its hard to live two separate lives.
One where I’m happy on the outside,
but when I get home I’m just a mess,
laying alone, silently depressed
I don’t ask for help, don’t want to be pitied,
I just want to drown in this bottle of whiskey.
Nobody knows how I really feel,
Everyone thinks the outside is real.
I hate crying alone but what choice do I have?
All of my “friends” won’t cry, but laugh.
I’m alone in life on this sad, sad island,
and that’s why I have to keep these tears silent.