My Mask of Smiles
Living : having life; being alive; not dead
Does that mean I'm not living? On the outside, holding onto the last few strands of hope and still breathing, so you could say I'm alive. On the inside, I'm already dead. The little girl I used to be that smiled when she was happy with herself and her life died years ago, leaving an empty, depressed version behind to deal with the self hate and the hatred of society. To wake up every morning wishing she hadn't. To put a fake smile on her face and help others with their problems and to be happy, when all they do is use and bring her down. They say others have worse lives, and that life shouldn't be lived with misery and pain. Then, this "life" I was given isn't meant for me, and no life is meant for me. And with that, she prepared to say her final goodbyes to the cruel life she was put into....