I sat there smiling at them.
I laughed at all their jokes.
I talked to them as I normally did.
And they fell for it.
They fell for the facade.
But honestly I wanted just one person to see through it.
I just wanted one person to ask me if I was ok.
One person to notice that on the previous night.
I had been murdered on the inside.
Betrayed beyond measure.
Broken beyond repair.
But nobody realised.
That I was only but a walking corpse on that day.
With no soul.
That I wanted to die more than ever.
They fell for the facade.
And as a result I was never saved.
© janet k.