the war against myself

it's ok to be vulnerable.

A smile isn't always out of happiness.

You could smile, even when all you truly want to do is scream and curse at the moon

A smile could gently cover to ugliness within our souls, spilling the utter nonsense through a ragged mask.

The eyes of the person are swollen with loneliness and the uttermost poisonous melancholy

Yet you fail to actually express the madness that's deep within your bones, the sadness that spills out of your eyes through loud cries, but no one seems to hear it all.

And sometimes you wish someone would take the time to notice all the hints of you losing yourself to a small piece of metal that takes away your pain.

I understand what it feels like to be afraid, afraid to be caught, afraid to be a burden... but it's best to open up, because people won't try to overthink about your smile.

You deserve to be happy, and this could really be the beginning of something beautiful.