Nothing

August 31, 2013

It’s funny how everyone sees you as something you’re not.

Hiding behind a mask disguising what we truly feel.

Thinking you’re happy and nothing could ever bring you down.

But in reality you’re crying on the inside,

screaming for help,

looking for a way out.

And the worst part is, only you know

nothing will ever be alright.

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