Silence, the worst remedy for a tattered soul.

A remarkable human being, a pleasure in my life, a blessing from above, perfect in my eyes. Why do you not see what I do everyday? Please realize this soon, before I go insane.

Congratulations, you are a total fake, they believe all your stories, every single word you say. But I am not fooled, I know your game, I caught you in your lie, from me, you will not get away.

My happiness is slowly fading, my moods are way too fast-changing. I want something to turn me around, and make more alert and sound so I can hopefully,finally see the supposedly amazing,beautiful,altruistic me