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.All Rights Reserved
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