Isn't it dangerous? The amount of hurt that can hide inside a person. The magnitude of devastation it can cause, if unleashed. The number of people it can fool, just by smiling.
Isn't it dangerous? How people can walk the tight rope between happy and sad, knowing that no one is watching. No one to cheer if you walk, no one to catch if you fall.
Isn't it dangerous? The acute exacerbation of a chronic pain. Pain that was never really relieved, just forgotten. A wound that never really healed, just patched up.
Isn't it dangerous, how all this can happen and no one will know?
No one will ever know the tempest of thoughts in your head.
No will will ever know the anguish inside your chest.
No one will ever know how silently you endure.
No one will know because you will never show.
No one will ever know the aggression of your struggle.
No one will ever see the mist in your eyes.
No one will ever know of your Jihad against self.
No one will know because you will never show.
No one will ever love you the way you have loved.
No one will ever have your back.
No one will ever know the damage they have caused.
No one will know because you will never show.
No one will ever want you.
No one will ever need you.
You were always an option, never a choice.
Isn't it dangerous?
The amount of pain invisible to the eye. The monsters we fight in secret. The facades we create in public. The hearts we break with our actions. The illusions we create with our speech. The friend that fails you in time of need. The love that goes unnoticed. The care that goes unacknowledged.
The grief caused in the name of love. The betrayal caused in the name of friendship.
Isn't it dangerous?
The search of relief by ranting to a computer screen?
Isn't it dangerous? How people can walk the tight rope between happy and sad, knowing that no one is watching. No one to cheer if you walk, no one to catch if you fall.
Isn't it dangerous? The acute exacerbation of a chronic pain. Pain that was never really relieved, just forgotten. A wound that never really healed, just patched up.
Isn't it dangerous, how all this can happen and no one will know?
No one will ever know the tempest of thoughts in your head.
No will will ever know the anguish inside your chest.
No one will ever know how silently you endure.
No one will know because you will never show.
No one will ever know the aggression of your struggle.
No one will ever see the mist in your eyes.
No one will ever know of your Jihad against self.
No one will know because you will never show.
No one will ever love you the way you have loved.
No one will ever have your back.
No one will ever know the damage they have caused.
No one will know because you will never show.
No one will ever want you.
No one will ever need you.
You were always an option, never a choice.
Isn't it dangerous?
The amount of pain invisible to the eye. The monsters we fight in secret. The facades we create in public. The hearts we break with our actions. The illusions we create with our speech. The friend that fails you in time of need. The love that goes unnoticed. The care that goes unacknowledged.
The grief caused in the name of love. The betrayal caused in the name of friendship.
Isn't it dangerous?
The search of relief by ranting to a computer screen?
