Dream of Love

The mask

(A/N: This is something I found on the internet that describes how I feel 9/10 throughout the day. Depression is something serious so for all you bitches and whores who pretend to be sad and cut just for attention here's my little message: bitch off and leave people in true pain alone cause you all don't seem to understand true pain. The only pain you experience is when you don't get the phone you wanted for Christmas. Again FUCK OFF YOU NASTY ASS GEESE)

I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way

I relish every night, and I live every day

I live, I laugh, I write, I sing

I wonder what the new days will bring

Then I get home, and I take off the mask

The day, was an almost impossible task

Its finally over, and so I lie

And wait patiently for the day that I die

I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep

even though I have promises to keep

I wait, and wonder, and cry some more

And I ache and burn from my very core

Then, I'm not alone, and the mask reappears

Out goes the grief, pain and all of the tears

As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day

A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey

Of course I'm not okay, I'm not fine

No matter how much I seem to shine

I don't even know why I feel this...

Why my existence is one long, endless abyss

But it is, and will be, so I cling to life

As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife

But, I'm still here, no matter what my dreams might say

And I hope that one day I will actually be okay

(A/N: yeah I realize this isn't about my dearly beloved but she is part of the reason I feel all poopy all the time. Comment some support please and let me know what's up ;))