I sit here, distracting myself from the agonizing pain that is constant.
My eyes sore from all the tears shed, the invisible dagger of emotion that pierces my heart and soul.
The numbing pain still courses through, yet I carry a simple yet fake smile, so no one would ask what's wrong...
Deep down inside, I wish they could ask or I could tell them, but I don't let them know.
Why? You ask...the fear of being a burden has put me in the dark, not giving out my true self...
I stuffed my blade in my dresser so I wouldn't break down and put it against my wrists yet again...
I pain myself seeing the scars I had put on me from yesterday...
I hate myself.
