I wrote this in 2005 about suicide.
Is the pain real?
Is it really real?
Do you know what you feel?
Is the pain really real?
When you sit alone in your room you begin to feel the pain arise
But when you walk with others the pain does really subside
You are now back alone in the dark corner of your mind
This is were you find the pain again and bring it in this time
You say it never left you, and the happiness was just a mask
But that little happiness was real and you just wished it into the past
You let the emptiness fill you so you think your home again
But then you say you feel at home