#urmoo

Year after year you force a smile on your face and act like you're feeling great, like you'd never carried any worries or burdens in your life. Make people believe you're something real. But they don't know they're watching a show whole time. 

Day after day you do your best to make people to believe your smile is real. And they believe in your lies. They really think you're happy, when you yourself don't even know what the word means. But you can't lie to yourself, not even if you once thought you could.

Night after night you broke down because you're so tired holding this performance together. You let the pain comfort you, it's always been the only thing that you know is real. It takes you away from your miserable life so you can forget it for a moment. But when it's gone, you're back in your personal hell and you know there's no way out. You hope there will be no tomorrow.

Moment after moment you become more and more frustrated because you can't even memorize the person you used to be. The person who once was you. Because the thing you're now is not a person. It's just a shadow, an echo of something that once was something real. You know you've lost the fight, there's nothing left to come back from the person who you wanted to see the most. You know you don't exist anymore. It's sad, but the only thing you can do is laugh and let your madness show to these four walls that guard your secrets.