The pictures say I have a great life.
They paint a picture full of vivid colors and smiling faces.
Amazing places create a beautiful backdrop.
The pictures look beautiful, and exciting, and full.
The pictures are a life I want to live.
What the pictures don't show are the hours spent weeping in bed.
They don't show the hours of listening to a single song because it is the only sound that can help to sort through my thoughts
The pictures don't show the broken heart.
They don't convey the desperation in every forced smile and fake laugh.
The pictures paint a beautiful picture.
It's a scene I can't wait to step into, but would die to get out of.
Whose life is in those pictures?
It can't be mine.
I don't have nearly that much to live for.
Well at least that's what my mind tells me.
