My head hurts. The only thing that reminds me that I'm alive, is a constant migraine. I do nothing. I feel nothing. I mean nothing. I am nothing. Not to you, not to anyone. I am constantly trying to fill this gaping hole that you've left me with. Constantly trying to cover up just how wrecked and damaged I am, so that people don't see it, but I'm tired. I'm exhausted. Mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally - exhausted. I don't know how much longer I can put on this facade. I don't know how much longer I can continue to cover up your tracks. I try to fix the damage you've done, but I'm not damage control. There's too much, even for me. I don't know how much longer you're going to stay under raps. One day, everyone will see you for why you are. They'll see who you've become, and what you've done. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, or the day after... But one day your secret will be out. They say there's always going to be monsters under the bed, as we get older the monsters change. I just never thought my monster would be the same person who used to tuck me in at night...