The demon...my friend.

Hidden under a camera filter
to show the world how beautiful I am
how I look when I wear makeup
and hid how empty I feel .

These effects, and those tones make me look so...beautiful per say,
but when I turn them off, I just realize how lonely I am
I show in the social pages what others want to see,
and every day I lose the essence that given by the creator.

I don't remember the day I lost the sense of my life,
or why I've let this happen,
but I'm sure if anything,
every day I fall lower.

I used to remember how my face looked without makeup,
but everyday, when I open my eyes every morning the first thing I do is put my wall up to hide my fears.
I want to shout from the other side of that wall to ask for help; but sadly...I cannot,
be that
... I'm dying?

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ScorpioD91

Very real. Touching.

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