Why is it…
That when you feel like crying, you laugh instead, to cover up the pain?
You lie and say ‘I’m fine’… when its pretty damned obvious that you’re not.
That you sing instead of scream.
Why do we pretend our lives aren’t falling apart at the seams, when its clear that it is.
Why do we pretend that past events don’t still haunt us, keep the thoughts and memories, pretend we’re over it…
Why do our dreams show us what we really want?
Why the hell can’t we just turn the clock back and go back to those moments we all wish could have been differen’t