Some days I just wake up wishing I never did. I know automatically that the day isn't going to be a good one. I have a lot of these days. But I go to school, and I smile. I pretend like I'm fine. I pretend like I am happy and that I love life. People ask me if I'm happy, and I lie. I'm not. I'm not happy. Must days I am suffering. I am fighting a fight that no one can see. I can only feel it inside me. I'm barely staying afloat. I am crying inside. I am dying inside. And I'm smiling on the outside. I don't know how much longer I can keep fighting. I'm losing hope. She said that there is a light at the end of this tunnel, but I don't see it. I don't see anything, except darkness. There's no light. Staying strong is so hard. Having to pretend that I see that light; that I'm in that light tears me apart even more. Where's the light? Where am I supposed to be looking? There's nothing. I'm all alone. All I feel are those inner demons tearing me apart; killing me one little bit at a time. I don't want to do this anymore.
lovelovelove,
Melissa
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