My clicque.

You think I'm happy.
You would think I have a good life.
I would too, if I wasn't stuck living it.
I smile when I should be crying.
But no one knows it's just an act.
When you make an offensive joke to me,I laugh it off. But in my head... I imagine the metal razor that sits on my bath tub.
No one understand that their words hurt.
No one understands how much I can take.
If you saw me, you would think I was generally happy.
I smile, I laugh, when I wanna be crying.
Do you ever feel lonely? even when your surrounded by people?
Cause that's how I feel.
Every.
Single.
Day.