Dying Inside.

I'm living with pain every day,

trying my best to cope. Nobody

seems to understand fully that

we all live with scars from the past,

and some of us have bigger scars

than others. I try to hide my pain

under a brave front, but sometimes

it all just crumbles and I'm left alone

with my tears and terror of myself.

I wake up and try to struggle through

a day, hiding my sorrow so that nobody

else will ever see how much my past

haunts me.

Everyone has a bad past - mine simply

kills me. Every day I wake up is another

day when I'm dying inside.