This poem was written three years ago, i was depressed and upset and this was born from the pain. I wrote it strait from the heart, and took me less than five minutes to write it. It was to be my first submission to Deviant Art. I have rewritten it and fixed a few things i didn't like, hopefully it will inspire others like me to take hold of their life and carry on. Like a little dragon once said: You must be strong, you must be brave, for sometimes ourselves we must save.


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The Dead Wear Masks
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This is dedicated to all the lost souls
who haven't got a word
and have lost sight of their goals

And have pains they can't heal
with a smiling face full of panic
nothing in this world can reveal
and their lives become frantic,
all is lost

Cause the dead wear masks
to hide the unseen scars
and nobody knows so nobody asks
about the pain in their hearts
behind the dead man's mask

But the blinding pain is real
and the broken scars exist
you just cannot feel
when your hand is a fist
and your world crashes down

When the only light goes out
your mind decays from the stress
how can you say what you cannot say
how can you show what you cannot see
how can you heal an invisible wound

A million unsaid words
a million unseen horrors
a million pent up pains
all waiting to explode
leaving you numb

When it's all said n done
and you're all hollow inside
the real pain has just begun
cause there's nowhere to confide
you are dead

And the only thing you can do
the only thing you can do
the only thing to do
is wear a mask

And maybe one day
the masks will all come down
and wash all the pain away
but till that day comes round
on their broken hearts they will stay

And so the dead wear masks
to hide the unseen scars
and all will know and all will ask
how to heal the pain in their hearts
behind the dead man's mask

And this is my mask