When I close my eyes, everything is fine.
There's no more fear, no more anger.
Everybodie's happy.
Even me.
I wish I could stay here for ever,
that I never had to wake up.
But I can't.

As I open my eyes the pressure is coming back.
I force myself to get up,
knowing that this day will be even worse than the last.
I just want to get out of here but wherever I go it will be the same.
This is hell.
Every day I carry my mask.
Every day I pretend everything's alright,
when all I want to do is cry out all my pain.