The smile falters and the twinkle fades,
the laughter ends and the nights grow longer.
The darkness seeps in to every corner,
and soon you lose your thirst for wonder.
Leaving no room for thoughts of the future,
just filled with horrors dreamt in your bed.
Gone are the ideas that once played out inside your head,
replaced with a numbness that feels as heavy as led.
Each day is a torment between you and yourself.
A battle to paint your face with the same plastic smile,
to show the world that you’re okay for a while,
to try and surpass that imaginary, marked out mile.
Tomorrow will be easier, you say time and again,
but the future arrives and you’re still a mess.
You sit there wondering how they never guess,
and hoping one day that you may just confess.