If you ask how am I, you will always get the same answer... I'm fine... And I have lied more than you with that joke of a answer... Can you read a person can you tell the there is a dark side behind a bright smile... You can tell me you have so much to live for and you can say to me you have no reason to be sad... That's because you are not me... And I am sad because my thoughts are to much for me to comprehend and I feel pain over and over again until I can't take it anymore and until my end inevitably comes and I will be so happy... Because I'm so fucking tired so I just stopped screaming... I whispered...
