I cry because it's easier. Tears come without prompt, sadness is a constant within my life and waves of depression consume me daily. But smiles are forced. Happiness is an unattainable goal that I attempt to reach but never do.
A smile seems so simple. A movement of muscles to show ones pleasure or happiness during a situation. Or it can be a forced smile, a smile of politeness or a mask to hide behind. I find all of then hard. I attempted to wear a fake smile and was told it was ugly. I tried to find a real one deep within myself and each time one was near any reason for me to smile was ripped to shreds before my very eyes, reinforcing my knowledge that happiness was not meant for me.
This world is beautiful. It's full of such wonders and some amazing people. People that deserve happiness. Then there's me. Call me a name, kill me with words, it's what I deserve. Beat me to the ground, kick me while im down. It's everything that I deserve.
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Who Will Fix Me Now?
Non-FictionBroken heartstrings led my fingers to type the fragile remains of my emotion. Outnumbered day after wretched day and indoctrinated with the thought of my inferiority. The uphills are mountains and the downhills were cliffs. If I break and no one ch...
