i hide from the truth like a game.I play everyone and make sure they never find the truth in my eyes.I smile to the fullest and cry at the most,i’m broken inside and no one evens knows .I battle myself daily and cry myself to sleep.The world is unfair and cruel but yet no one sees the hurt inside me.I have a sore throat from all the purging that I do,i got scars on my legs and arms from my own hatred of life.I hurt bad and i feel dead i wana die mostly all the time.Yes I’ll tell you now im going down .Pain is real and is love…...



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