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by Whitney Jan 3, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Everyone thinks my life's perfect. Like nothing ever goes wrong. I wish i could say that, thats true. I've been lying for so long. As i get ready in the morning. I make sure every thing's in place. The tears are wiped away. And theres a smile on my face. I go to school every day. Making sure no one will notice. Thinking of what happened last night. Makes it really hard to focus. I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me. Thats why i put on this mask. If i wasn't strong enough to handle this. I would've shattered like glass. I've gone through this my whole life. It seems a little late. To try and change it now. I can't control fate. Each hit i take. Hurts more and more. I know i can't fight him. I wake up just as sore. I get ready for the day. It's always the same. I whip the tears away. And put a smile on my face.