The truth

Behind each smile I am breaking,

Crumbling, flailing, falling,

I am crying silently as I laugh,

I am alone in the crowd,

There is not enough air outside .

The weight is crushing – it leaves bruises on my brain,

Trying to hide this all inside my head,

But I can’t stop it overflowing onto my pillows at night,

Waking me up – scaring me.

I dream about letting everything go and floating away,

Of becoming nothing.

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