-Without my mask-

Some days when I wake up, I get this horrible feeling far worse than ever imaginable, it’s like suicide and betrayal all at once. The agony is unmeasured, It makes me want to drive a corroded blade of silt through my heart and watch the blood pour out onto the floor. Because that would be better than what I felt right then.

And then it passes, but not the memory, it stays with me, day in and day out, and I’m forced to cover up, and put on my smile, play the game, so I do, I put on my mask, and never tell anyone my agony, because I know that if I did, everything would crumble beneath me.