Dear emotions and society

Seven

I was slighty inspired by "Little Game." the song above to write this. It's a really good song and i'm sorry if you don't like nightcore. (Why do I like writing late at night...?)

Do you honestly think you can hurt me anymore?

You can't.

You can try.

But.

There's nothing to break.

Nothing to take.

Don't you get it?

I've already been broken.

Stolen from.

You can't break what's been broken and turned to dust.

You can't steal from the void.

You don't get it, do you?

You thought I was a happy person?

No.

It's honestly so easy to fake a smile now.

I must be doing a good job.

But there's one thing I can't hide...

The pain in my eyes.

Untold horrors lay in my mind.

But you don't know that.

You're too ignorant.

"Ignorance is bliss." Right?

Can I hide from my own thoughts?

Can I act like it's not real?

Fake it until you make it, right?

I've been faking a smile for awhile now.

Faking that i'm happy.

But i'm not truly happy.

Two years...

Still not happy.

Do I have to fake it until I die...?

Can I die now?