Singapore Escapade

Days passed by with sadness in my eyes
The plasticity always reign on me
I smile to cover up tears
Laugh to hide burdens
Pretend that Im enjoying even though Im not
Thought of ways on how to die

Four days run fastly and all I remember is Im home again
As I was walking around the airport, thoughts flashed by
Will I go straight home or just roam around
I decided to stay at the apartment
With my guitar that I missed so much
I plucked and started singing songs of my heart
then sadness covered the entire vicinity.

I dont know whats wrong with me
Im not like this before
Im trying to put things where they used to be
And still I failed

Whats the problem with me?
Will somebody tell me why is this happening?
Im fucked up!