Every morning when that stupid alarm goes off, I turn to my side. That one side your suppose to be. The spot that has slowly turned cold and untouched. Over the years I learned to cope with it, but lately its been harder too. The momeny I step out of bed, is the moment I start to put my guard up. That guard being a fake smile. Once that's happens no one will ask you if your 'okay' because, no one notices that your hurting.
All my friends say I'm the mood maker of the group, because I'm always 'happy'. But its all an act. Thats the exact reason why I put an act up, for them to never see the true me.
