it’s a sad thing, y’know? you go every day wth people you’ve come to love and care for, acting like everything is perfectly fine. you always have a smile on your face, you always laugh when someone tells a joke, but you know that you’re not okay. you can’t talk to someone about it because any time you do, it’s like your throat tightens. it’s like your drowning in your own sorrow. in a sea full of your own self pity. you know what the worst thing is? is that the people who claim to know you the best, don’t even notice that you’re dying inside. you have best friends, friends, and family members yet none of them even come to realize how fucking tired of your own self you are. you look in a mirror and realize that this person you look like, this person you see in front of you is the person you don’t want to be at all. all you want is someone to notice that you are slowly killing yourself. you don’t want to harm yourself because no that would be too easy for everyone to notice. you want someone to ACTUALLY see how hollow inside you’ve become. how you’re so lifeless. that’s all you want. just someone to come along and change you. change you for the better. change you. just to be changed into someone you can even stand to look at.