It's hard to pretend that I'm fine. It's hard to pretend that nothing's wrong, in fact everything is a mess.
It's hard to pretend that I'm strong enough, in fact I'm very weak and little by little I'm slowly dying inside.
It's hard to fake a smile, just to show to the people around you that nothing's going on with you, that nothing is messing with your head and nothing is ruining your heart.
It's hard to talk as if like you're still the witty sweet girl, in fact you want to scream all the pain that's killing you inside.
It's hard to laugh as if like you're genuinely happy, in fact all you want is to burst into tears and just locked yourself up from everyone else.
It's hard to hide all your pains and heartaches, but you can't do anything about it cause you know that no one will ever understand what you're going through right now.
It's hard, really hard. It feels like I've been stabbed in my heart how many times and pain is starting to swallow my everything.