God,
All I want to do is scream. Scream, "Help! Help! I need you!" But I keep silent, like I need no one. I keep the pain inside me. No sorrow leaks through, no sadness. Nothing shows what I feel on the inside. I bottle everything up.
I put a brave face on, a forced smile and a fake light in my eyes. As I walk out the door and draw close to my friends, I laugh like I was fine, but inside I cry. I turn to no one, but one person, maybe two. Wait, three. They feel my pain and ask "What can I do?" I shake my head and say "I don't know." But I think "Hug me and let me cry." I can't do this much longer. I want to drop dead, but I know I can't, for my friends depend on me.
Should I tell them? Should I say that I am more depressed than before? Should I yell and say "I don't want to live anymore!"? No... That could cause problems.
I will put a brave face on, a forced smile and a fake light in my eyes, like I've done for years on end. Then, maybe, just maybe, I'll tell someone else, that I want to die.
YOU ARE READING
Just a Mask.
Short StoryJust honest stories about how I felt. This is just a bunch of stories I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe. I hope you enjoy. Please comment your thoughts and what not.
