Plastic Pain


Plastic, loneliness, despair:
It's what's in my heart.
Nothing really matters, nothing.
It's just a façade I put on 
To make you think I'm listening.
But I'm not.
All I hear are waves crashing in my head,
Drowning out everything 
But the emptiness
That will never leave me.
I don't see your smile,
I don't feel your love.
Is that because they're 
Not really there?
Is it because they're fake?
I think so.
What do you think?