Pretending

Pretending

 

 

By late hours he sits and waits

Wrapped up in cold and sadness

Waiting for the church bell to sing at twelve

Waiting for pure darkness

 

Leaning against a wall, staring at his feet

Memories swimming in his head

Thinking of the things he kept to himself,

All of the tears he did not shed

 

Too weak to stand up and face the truth,

He keeps on living in a lie

Faking a new smile for each person passing near

Pretending he still wants to feel alive

 

And this is how he lives his life

This poor man with nothing left to give

Day after day seeing couples pass by

Sharing all the love he never received

 

All of his dreams seem to have fallen apart

His wishes, flown away

Each second steeling what's left of his hope

Every single colour, now seems to be grey

 

How he wishes time would pass quickly,

Spare him all the sadness and fears

He wishes life would be shorter

Just prays for his end to be near

 

Every day, just like the last one

Still lonely, sitting by this wall

Seeing couples, friends and families

And at night, waiting for the church bell's call

 

But he knows that one day,

He will write his own ending

He knows death will remember him someday

That day, when he's done with pretending