to think everything was okay.

to think i actually could be happy.

how is it everyone can see,

and im blind

i feel like an abused little girl inside,

hiding from myself.

but in reality, i have no reason to be unhappy.

masked to the pain,

deprived of happiness.

id rather hurt than feel nothing at all.

im tired of being numb,

empty.

i can never seem to pick myself up,

put all the pieces back together.

when did it all get so complicated?

when did i lose everything?

i hide it so well.

how? its so easy.

why is hiding the only easy part?

try to take control of this.

self destruction.

write the answer on your wrist.

let the results flow so elegantly.

breathe.

you may be suffocating for a while now.

drive it all away.

anyway you can.

every man for himself,

were all fighting to be happy.