People hide where they feel comfortable or less scared
In this case, themselves
But the door they close won't open now
They get trapped inside them, with all the voices in their heads tormenting their days
They wear a happy look everyday, but that is not what the inside looks like
No one notice the smiles that don't reach their eyes, or the hopeless eyes...
No one bothers to see inside them, no one sees them the way they are
They are trapped and used to the solitude
Used to the way that silence is meaningful and dangerous
With tired eyes, they have the courage to face the fake day they will have, some others surrender to the darkness that their minds are infested of
But they are blind to their state, they wouldn't understand
No one notices their deaths because of the fact that they are still breathing among them...