I hurt in places you cannot see. I have a monster inside of me.
This monster is what is left, of the girl I used to be.
I still wear her face, I still use her name. But she and I, are not the same.
She was whole, I am broken.
She was happy, I am not.
She loved life, I wish to leave it all behind.
I am a stranger to myself.
I feel like I am falling apart, Yet I am unable to ask for help.
I hide it all behind a smile, No-one cares enough to see the truth.
But even if they did see, I would lie, say it is fine. Because it is far easier to lie, Than to admit how broken I truley am.
I don't want to die, But I no longer want to live.
All I can do is keep it inside, And live a lie.
But the monster will not stay contained, She demands to be let out sometimes.
And when she is unleashed, I hate it.
For she wants me to die, But cannot bring herself to do it.
And sometimes, I wish that she would do it, So that this pain inside would end.
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