Everyone can see something is wrong. And so can I. But I'm damn good at pretending... what I feel becomes disguised. I've got a smile on my lips, when there's nothing to smile about. It's a bad habit, but it gets me through.
I know what they're thinking, family, friends. They're wishing and praying you lose it entirely, and I'll wake up one morning to find you were a bad dream. Then some awesome guy will suddenly walk into my life and everything will be champagne and roses. Cinderella will have her perfect prince.
I'm not sure it works like that. Surely, there's no such thing?
Your moods are terrifying. One day you can't get enough of me. You're buying gifts and filling my ears with love songs. The next, you're sitting in a corner, with shadows for company, dark ringed eyes and looks that say you're wishing you were on the streets again, violating veins, tripping to oblivion.
I can see it in your face... you haven't forgotten who you were, and I'll never be enough for you.
You're a stray cat, dreaming of the wild.
So here I am, gazing into your absent eyes. I've made your favourite breakfast, but you're not eating. I drink your tea and munch your toast, while you watch in amazement that I can still eat, smile and talk as if nothing is wrong.
You say, food is something humans need. Today, you're not feeling human. I tell myself everything will be okay... eventually.
But truth is knocking on my door.
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Awakening
General Fiction"Do you ever get the feeling the crazy from another person has somehow become yours? As if in the moment they stormed away in anger, they left behind their screwball ghost, and you... have become it's home." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
