On the inside some people are laughing. Some are smiling. I'm crying.
At school, at home, and in public I have a façade. On the outside I'm smiling and laughing. On the inside I'm crying and slowly dying. The only one who saw through my façade was my ex best friend. He knew almost everything about me. Then everything changed.
My friends turned their backs on me. Friends come and go. But he remained. Until he traded schools. Then he ditched me, we no longer talk. He hates me. Now its my turn.
My eyes can shed no more tears. My throat can take no more sobs. My blood can shed no more.
On the inside I'm falling apart. I'm screaming. I'm crying. I'm trying my hardest so other people don't see. But when I want them to see they don't. When I don't want them to see someone always does.
The hardest thing for me is that when people ask how I'm doing I say, "I'm fine." But I'm crying inside.
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ContoThis is just part of my struggle. Some may laugh at my pain. Some may not care. But to me, this is my life.
