I'm sorry.

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This smile I wear is so fake. The word knives that cut deep into my being. I mustn't let you know how much pain I am in.

The pain, the pain. The unforgettable pain, carves its way into my mind.

I dare not speak up. I don't need your sympathy. I don't need your pity. I musn't drag you down, I must keep you happy.

I will hide behind this dreaded smile I mask. No one cares. No one that I know of, of course.

The vicious lies you say to me. "It's fine." "I believe in you." And like a fool, I smile through my aching pain. A fool that fell for you.

The wounds I've obtained, have not healed. But that is fine. My mind may have erased you, but my body won't.

Light has been blocked from my view. Or was it you who blocked my escape. You'll twist your words. I guess there's no saving me. Right?

I try so hard to make you smile, this has been my routine. The wounds Will heal, but my heart will always be bandaged from the words you've 'blessed' me with.

Please put me out of my misery.

"You've gotten tired, don't worry."

"You're fine. Just stop breathing."

Now.

I'm sorry.

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One shot of how I've been feeling for 3 days.

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