He fakes that smile every day... Laughs and jokes to hide the pain away... His arms are cold and sore, his legs ache, but the pain is bliss as he starts to shake. It's not a buzz but a moment of peace, safe from the world if only for a moment. The pain numbs the broken heart, a love lost and a love broken. he draws on his wrists and leaves them open. he lays in her bath, the water so chillingly warm. Slowly he start to slip away, he starts to fall... he got up quick, wrapped up his arm, got dried and dressed and left for school... No one knew why his arms were icy, no one knew what he did... He wore his smile so well that no body could tell that he was in fact living in hell...
