Facade

 I felt nothing, I'm numbing inside.

Not forgetting the anger, the thorn in my side.

 

 People have connections and call them their friends, are they really anyone till they sit through the pain?

 

 I only have my book and my pen. I guess people can get by with their own facade of friends,

I hope they can get by until the end.

  

 So ignore the tears of my own pain, and focus on making your life better for the end... so you don't have any disdain.