I have lost passion for the things that once mattered.
I have tried to love them, to get myself to care but my mind and limbs are exhausted.

My eyes look on with tiredness at the people that walk by.
Each person carrying a darkness that keeps growing in their hearts.

I am not better than them and they are not better, although we all pretend that we are.
That's all we do, we pretend.

We pretend to be okay, happy, scared, sad, honest, faithful and human.
All we do is pretend.