I don't feel that happy anymore even when I should. Does that mean, I'm actually not that sad or these symptoms are really that bad.
I don't understand that much in situation as good as such, I smile to make it look I'm fine and slowly I pine to feel carefree.
Is it that I'm aware this is happiness in just looks, inside it is all hollow nothing in mouth to swallow.
The way it use to be nervous to lonely the open door only takes me to hell.
I'm familiar to this feeling slowly growing on my skin I keep chewing to the bitterness which is coming to throw me off guard because in the end it is how it will end.
“Oh, hey! I didn’t see you standing there?” “That’s a lie. You looked right at me..” ~ “Hey. You haven’t been talking to me?” “Hey, I’m just checking up on you.” ~ Check all you want... I won’t be there anymore.