i’m tired.
of breaking into pieces.
tired of trying to hide
the true face behind this mask,
tired of lying to myself that
everything is alright,
because i know
it’s not.
but i can’t show me.
no, i can’t.
because people always think
that i’m the happiest person alive.
the person that can fix her problems
so easily
that it seems like
everything
is
perfect.
but it’s not.
and it’s nowhere near that.
because behind this mask of mine
that i put on every day
is a person
who is so broken inside,
shattering like glass;
who is so tired of smiling,
and got so lost in her fake identity
that she doesn’t even know her true self
Anymore.
not anymore.
because she’s tired.
she’s broken.
(rw)
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2-16-19
10:37 pm
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