Janus

Rotting from inside, No goddamn  Place to hide..  Needle in my arm,  Doing no one but  Myself harm, I sulk away and die...... I escape reality,  And fall into a dream There is no pain I feel.... I can't distinguish  What is real... Floating through  time and space... Away from this  Crazy rat race, But eventually I awake... To the smile's that are genuinely Fake, And once again I hide.... The hell that is inside.