Sometimes I feel like I'm useless
like I'm dying
like I'm
            
              f
                    a
          ­              l
                          l
                     ­       i
                            n
                          ­   g
                                                               ­            down into an endless abyss that is housed in my mind.
But it's fine because I don't show that I'm falling apart;
I look like I am fine.
The truth is, however, I'm crying behind my laughter,
dying behind my smile.
I'm slowly fading,
disintegrating,
blowing away in the harsh winds
that whistle throughout
my empty mind.