I wake up sometimes resenting the fact that I’m alive. Wishing that some how I could swap my life with someone who deserves to live. Someone who would be grateful to have what I have,someone who appreciates every beautiful thing about life. I wake up faking a smile because it is easier to pretend than to tell the truth. No one sees behind my bullshit smile, no one sees behind my happy eyes. They see what they want to see, nobody wants to deal with ‘me’. I think about how I pretend like I’m pieced together, but I’m not. I’m a thousand tiny shards of glass. My mind is destroying me, day by day, second by second. I’m being eaten alive from the inside out. I fucking hate this. I’m done.