So, what's even the point anymore?
I forgot how it is to smile and mean it for more than a couple hours. I forgot what it's like to be a lovable person, if I ever was one. I forgot how it feels to be breathing and actually like it.
Now I only exist, I'm barely breathing, barley living.
So please tell me what is the point of living a life of make believe. Faking a smile every fluffing minute of the day. Pretending to be such a nice person, so adorable as they say. Just for them to like you, for them to except you.
Pretending is all I ever do anymore. Pretending to live
Pretending to be happy
Pretending that I'm loving this life
Pretending I don't want to be 6 feet under the cold hard ground
What's the point anymore?
Tell me, and I'll tell you why I'm so fluffing me, but it doesn't mean I'm fluffing proud of this.
Help me understand myself, as you try to do the same..
