You awake, you know what you are about  to face. you hate to face the truth so you lie to yourself beneath the surface. You know that life and death are moving closer to edge but you ignore and take another step to suicide. You know what it is but you don't want to believe it. It kills you everyday, and you have to wear the fake face to fool all the fools who will never and fully understand what it takes to survive everyday. You are raging with anger on the outside but dying slowly in the inside, crying and defying bang your head against rocks. Why is it, that it is? Things have been and will always remain the same. Taming the flame is so hard when there is so much to feed it. It roars harder with every little thing that sets it off, people adding their on things to it making it stronger, so strong that it takes you over. You know what it is you awake to day to perform suicidal things that may in the end prevail.