The Broken Girl who Wears a Mask *Trigger Warning*

I'm crying, but my face smiles. I love how people can't tell that it's all fake. I love how I fool everyone, because no one can fix the girl that is broken. No one would care anyway. No one would save this shattered piece of trash that acts mean, so she can make people leave her alone. I hate the way people act as if they care, but later on backstab me like it's nothing. I'm done with my emotions. They are as dumb as I am.