What do you want from me?

Do you want to see me cry and scream?

Is that the only way for you to confirm whether or not I mean anything?

I know I don’t tell you my thoughts,
But I write them instead, believe it or not

You never witness me struggling because I process my emotions in my own way;
I write to release my pain so I can handle living through another day.

Looking at you is a nightmare I’m forced to live out while awake,
Because all it does is remind me of how good happiness can feel, even if it’s fake.



I made a promise to...