You don't know behind the screen. You have to believe a story told to you. You have to believe what people tell you. No one knows who I really am. I'm better off alone. Breaking down and crying. I don't beg for attention. I be honest with people. I feel weak. I feel upset. The blade dancing on my skin for a split second. The skin tearing, bleeding out for me to see. I never know when to leave. I never know when to stop. I always cross the line. I am always alone. I feel alone. No mater how many people in the room. Crying for no reason, I wear a smile over what is hurting on the inside. I force a laugh, I force my smile. I can never fight my own war. The argument in my head. It fights with the past, using the past faults as it's armor and weapons. Crying for no reason, the blade cutting through my skin. Now I have a reason to cry.