As I give this fake smile and happiness on the outside, im screaming with rage on the inside.
Every one I meet isn't you, anyone I'm with, isn't you, and everyday from here on out won't be with you.
I'm sad. I'm depressed. Isn't enough. Heart break isn't enough, it hurts more. More than not breathing, I'm on the cusp of no air but still here. How you die inside is loving them 1st before you, before anything always, and they don't love you back.