Eccedentesiast.

I smile but I continue to hide away. I keep pretending like everything is okay. Like everything is alright. I act all happy. I lied. Painted smile. My life is sort of crappy.   My life is full of lies, and hate. My thoughts racing for miles. Yes, it was all faked. I fear I'll be like this for a while. It sort of hurts. It aches. So much that its making me shake. Fighting these tears, holding back. I am drowning in my thoughts and fears, giving myself a panic attack. I smile, but sometimes it hurts. Sometimes everything just makes it even worse. I feel like slicing through my wrists. The pain. I'll just sit here cutting through my skin into this vein. Letting the blood run, until I am fixed. Wipe my tears. Put a smile on, and pretend. I will continue to swallow my fears. I refuse to give in. ©psych0