Who are you, nothing more than a mask covering up all your lies. A mask filled with happiness and content but really you know you are dying. Under that mask is a girl who is suicidal yet no one cares, you brush it off and drift away. You leave behind all your friends all your family and most of all all your hope. Soon you will hit that point where your existence is pointless and your dreams will come true; the
dreams of dying, no more pain no more hoping your were dead no more making up for yourself no more lies. It will all be gone and no one will care, everyone will move on and you will just be a vast memory of what was and what could have been. No more saying I'm fine when inside you were screaming "PLEASE HELP ME!"
