I fake a smile laugh all day act like everything is perfect but... At night I dry my eyes and slit my wrist... I'm a good liar because no one thinks I'm in pain then repeat, everyday same routine... I wonder when the lying is going to end because I'm tired... Tired of trying tired of crying specially tired of lying tired of saying " I'm cold that's why i wear a sweater" when the only truth is i wear a sweater to hide my scars but... No one knows no one thinks... "poor little girl she must hurt" no one... But... One day the lying is going to end and the truth will come out and everyone will know that, that girl with a smile that little girl is a liar and everyone will say "wow , all that pain she hid so well, guess she couldn't hide it anymore cause now the... Truth.. Is all out and everyone knows..." But what's the point of knowing and caring now because all this time that all of you were blind and now that its clear and you can all see the pain that little liar hid so well she couldn't handle it, it became to much so she ended it all so she wont have to deal with it... So whats the point...
