We don’t talk about it

The lies, the half-smiles and the pain
Hidden behind her face
Because she doesn’t want pity.

Party pooper can’t take
The noise tonight,
Noise of the big wide city.

Go home. Cry.

We don’t talk about it.
The water in her eyes.
We don’t talk about it.

She’s fine, but she’s not really,
Weary, holding up her world
On tired shoulders.

Sick family, friends, her loved ones
The pain never ends –
So, she swallows it away for them.

Keep it back for another day.
Everybody says: It’ll all be okay.

We don’t talk about it.
The lump in her throat.
We don’t talk about it.

She’s working, shopping and she’s always free,
No children, worries or responsibility
On the surface.

You might have heard this.

We don’t talk about it.
The hole in her heart.
We don’t talk about it.

Look down, no eye contact.
No negative. no sad,
No why, no don’t look back.

We don’t talk about it.
The pain in her soul.
We don’t talk about it.

So nobody will know.