It's never fucking easy to be the one who stays, to be the one left behind, to be the one still hoping that one day that one man who left will eventually come back and will put back all the broken shits together.
I'm broken beyond repair and yet... I still wish for someone to save the last pieces of me before I completely die away.
I only have one wish... And that is for someone to see past the smiling facade... For someone to see through my bright smile...
I want someone who will ask me even just for once... If I was alright... If I was okay... But no...
Everyone sees no one else but the happy me. Even jealous of how much I was enjoying life... How mistaken they all are...