Kindapointless Stories

What is life? Some say it's a cycle. Some say it sucks. And I say it's a river. A river of choices. Will you sink into the darkness? Will you push the obstacles out of your way? Where do you think you belong? The Forest of Souls? or... The Forest of Burning Trees? Only time will tell... (Description sucks... I know)

I did it. I lied again. It've grown accustomed to it. I know they can hear it, hear me. But I lie to help sooth my anxieties. My flaws. The ones that they love to point out every opportunity they get. My wall -me- it cracks, tears seeping through like a dam that couldn't take the pressure from the river it does its best to keep together. I feel alone, simply because I am. This is a fight, a war, a battle, that only I face. Nobody else can seem to figure out, so I don't bother saying anything. I lie, to keep my seemingly decent facade up. And every once in awhile, it breaks. I break. The war worsens, as I know people- my family- can hear me. Yet... Yet they do nothing. Which breaks me further than I ever thought was possible. To the point where I will crumble upon a small touch, a brush of a foreign object.