My happiness is a mask slapped on for when i'm faced with others,
my sadness is a midnight friend.

My battles with myself leave more wounds than the previous morning,
and i've ran out of supplies for my injuries.

Fear.
Anger.
Sadness.
Confusion.
Loneliness.

The late night drugs that get slipped in with my drink.
Sticking with me for the rest of the day,
like a nasty hangover.
Only to have the process repeated.

it's a terrible thing to lie about your emotions,
not only because it takes more energy than your battery can handle.
But because when you really need someone,
no one will be there because they think you're okay.


m.h.