Everything may appear fine, but Inside I am nothing. You may ask me what's wrong. but how can I tell you what's wrong? I put on a mask of emotions, to hide the pain inside. I lie to myself about how I'm feeling, but inside I know it's a lie. How can you look at me, and see that nothing is wrong? Can't you see the emptiness inside of me? Can't you see that I'm not alright? The mask I put on to avoid questions is a lie. Inside I am nothing, and the memories I have are meaningless. Inside I am surrounded in darkness, and no one can hear me screaming. Memories of you flash through my eyes, and I wish I didn't know the truth. You never truly loved me, and you were just using me. Funny how I'm not sad even if that's how I'm currently feeling.
