Sometimes

Sometimes,

I just wanna say;

That I'm already in pieces,

That I'm not okay.

Sometimes,

I just wanna hide;

Better to keep others out of my world,

Than to invite them in and lie.

Sometimes,

I just wanna run away,

From all the madness,

From all the pain;

Back to the times when I was little,

And everything was beautiful,

When life was less bitter,

And fate was less cruel.

Sometimes,

I just wanna pretend;

That I never knew all the things I know,

That I never saw all the things I've seen;

That all those things that I've heard were lies,

That I was numb to everything and nothing can hurt me.

Don't get me wrong.

I don't wanna be a faker.

But I guess it's just inevitable.