Oh the lonely nights I spend all alone in my head
It's strange how I can't seem to even remotely express what I feel. I laugh and joke but I don't really feel happy as soon as it ends because I'm afraid that it's fake. Although there is one thing I can spy that is fake plain as day, a fake smile, it's curious how that haven't seen mine.
I feel like a shell, an empty husk of someone that seemingly once was but never truly existed to begin with. Almost like someone who hadn't even found out who they are being destroyed from the inside out.
