I don’t think theres been a time that I felt more inclined to run to the bathroom crying with arms slit open crying the tears I don’t want you to ever see. I don’t think theres been a time when I was crying this ******* the inside and didn’t know why. I can feel my self filling up with the tears I’ve been bottling up, but now its hurting me because I’m slowly drowning myself alone in my own misery.


They say forcing a smile helps
Repeating a lie over and over again makes it a truth
But for once
I can’t even put on my mask
My façade failed me