The Truth

It kills me everyday
To do the exact same thing, the exact same way
To put on a smile and pretend I'm okay
To act like I'm happy when I want to run away
I tell people what they want to hear
I pretend it's not me when I look in the mirror
Mentally drained and emotionally dead
I'm tired of breathing and I went it to end
It kills me everyday

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