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Tortured Hearts & Fake Smiles
I've cried myself to sleep so many nights
I turned to God for some form of support
But it feels like He is so far away
I fake a smile day after day
But the moment I close the door, the rainfall returns
I play the part that everyone expects me to play
We're all phony and plastic
No one is brave enough to pull back the curtain
We all just wear the mask to hide the ugly truth
Nobody wants to be the individual
We're a sea of disturbed persons
We go week after week to our shrinks
Everything is locked up inside
I've lost the key to open my heart
Cant you help me let go of this torture?
most true... lots of people think pride is important and don't want to show pain so they keep it all inside... relying on 'professionals' to help.
I prefer a close friend that knows me better than most others...
Sometimes it's best to show the hurt because therefore people know what's goin on... and will take it into consideration. Sure it's torture.... but in time it will pass and the key will be found again... sometimes you just need a little help.