For some reason my brain brings depressing things so here is something I made up.
My "act" is really a way to hide my pain.
My smile is just a facade. My brain yells at me "Ugly, fat, stupid, and worthless" over and over again everyday. To me every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day, of every week, of every month, of every miserable year on this hell we call earth is to slow for me. Everyday I'm forced upon the thoughts of suicide that plague my brain. I offer comfort to other because that gives me comfort.
So If I can still smile through this you can atleast smile through a bad day.
~ Sky