I cant pretend for much longer that im fine.
it feels as though every good part of me has died.
I cant sleep at night, all i do is cry.
Getting up every morning is a fight.
I put on a brave face and a fake smile,
and act like everything's ok,
but underneath the mask lies a girl
in her own messed up world,
filled with guilt, shame, and self-hate.
secretly wondering how long she'll
play this pretend game.
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