Broken dreams and crushed hope.
Fake smiles and false laughs.
Nothing hurts worse than lying to the ones you love.
"Are you okay?" They ask
"Just tired." Dead inside.
"Don't you sleep?"
"All the time." Never
"Why are you tired?"
"I don't know." I'm tired of breathing this intoxicated air and seeing this corrupted world.
"You should sleep a bit."
"Okay, I'll go then." Okay, I'll go add to my collection of scars.
