Life is a bitch. 
Yet for some reason I keep living. 
Although I am not really living just surviving. But what is the point of surviving if you will just die in the end.

I wear a smile every day. 
No one notices the pain behind my smile 
and the strain behind my laugh.
Maybe people are just blind
or they aren't looking into my eyes.
My eyes hold the secrets to my emotions.
Remember this...