Somethings in life Can’t repair themselves Like teeth
Once damage is done The only thing that Gives a sense of repair Is replacement Or filling the damage up
But that damage Is still there Just not visible
Sometimes Fragile life feels like this Like a tooth
When I’m told to cheer up I smile But inside I’m still hurting And those smiles Are just a cover up
And like that I carry on living With the pain Causing more damage Inside me
But if it looks fine on the outside Everything will be fine Right?