Do they know it’s like I’m loosing my mind?

Can they tell
I’m not O.K?
Does my silence give me away?
Do my watering eyes yell:
“Wake me from this living hell”?

Do they know
I pray to die?
That all my life has been a lie?
Doesn’t my demeanour show
my future as a John Doe?

I am Scared
They’ll discover
(Wife, mother, sister and lover)
my plans before I am prepared
or my death has been declared.