The best thing about being me is that no one will never know how broken or tired I am because my mask is so convincing and my smile seems perfectly carved from one end to another.
Beneath that facade , is an endless abyss of sorrow and sadness that I've been trying to hide from everyone. It has been accumulating and has become slightly more obvious now. But the second part about being me is that no one really cares because they think that my sadness is a work of art, to be noticed and to be left alone , untouched . Little did they know, that every inch of me is losing sanity and I don't know how to save myself from drowning in this whirlpool of negativity and doubts.
I'm so tired but no one will ever care enough to find out or engage themselves because I'm a living spirit , invisible and unheard of.
I'm losing my battle , please help me.
- :'(
