Some of us cut
Some of us drink
Some depend on lust
Fake smiles and broken souls are what make us
We may be hollowing ourselves out
But it's all worth it for that feeling
None of us are exactly alike
Diffrent ways of dealing with this
Diffrent ways of masking our fears
What eats away at us every moment
But as long as everything seems ok
The war inside settles
long enough to make it between
Every feeling of lust
Every tipsy moment
Every release of pain