Acting like I'm okay. Acting like I don't hate the life I'm living. Acting like things are better then they used to be.
Why?
Why do I let myself do this.? Why do I let my body sit in this fucking aching pain that grows bigger and bigger.
This pain is so big that when I need to cry I can't even cry. I sit in agony.
As its sitting in my chest it's ripping me apart. I feel myself being toward away from you. But it's fucking okay.
I'm not fucking okay, I'm not living a better fucking life.
I'm fucking screaming out for you, your touch, your attention, and mostly your love.
BECAUSE I AM IN PAIN AND IT FUCKING HURTS!
I swallow back my tears and I swallow hard. You'll never see me this way though. And I won't show it to you because I know you'll always be busy.
