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Posted 10 years ago It's hard to go through the day without mindlessly doing tasks. Doing the barest of minimum just to live and get through the day without doing anything to cause people to yell at you. Every day you put on your mask of emptiness to keep your pain from showing through, maybe having laughs at some jokes to help you forget the pain buried in your chest. It's hard to uncover it since it's pain might do nothing but hurt others and cause them to run from you leaving you more alone than you started.
Days turn to weeks as your hopeless and silent sos remains unanswered, each day taking weeks to be over so you crawl into bed to hurry it along so the new day of promise might be blessed upon you, disappointed with every waking that such promise had failed to arrive. You shuffle yourself through the day, biting your tongue not to scream for help, deep down knowing you're just being selfish and inconsiderate that everyone else who has accomplishments you dream of achieving will mock you for not being able to stand beside them so proudly. So to keep it inside you sit silently by yourself and avoiding everything you can just so everyone else can continue with their happier lives...
You press a hand to cover that painful hole your suffering has caused to your chest, maybe pressing it to your head to keep yourself from falling apart from that thin layer of skin keeping people from seeing what's inside. You're mind wonders as you know your trapped in this life, any escape will breed pain greater than your own to everyone you've fought to keep happy. Everyone who would ask where you went. So you just continue to do everything you can to keep yourself together and smile, building up that mask as it gets only heavier and harder to hold. You need help to take it off... But how could you ask anyone...? So you just sigh and kick that pebble down the road, looking down pathetically at the cracks and bumps in the side walk, not having a clue of where your heading but just about anywhere seems better than here.
Days turn to weeks as your hopeless and silent sos remains unanswered, each day taking weeks to be over so you crawl into bed to hurry it along so the new day of promise might be blessed upon you, disappointed with every waking that such promise had failed to arrive. You shuffle yourself through the day, biting your tongue not to scream for help, deep down knowing you're just being selfish and inconsiderate that everyone else who has accomplishments you dream of achieving will mock you for not being able to stand beside them so proudly. So to keep it inside you sit silently by yourself and avoiding everything you can just so everyone else can continue with their happier lives...
You press a hand to cover that painful hole your suffering has caused to your chest, maybe pressing it to your head to keep yourself from falling apart from that thin layer of skin keeping people from seeing what's inside. You're mind wonders as you know your trapped in this life, any escape will breed pain greater than your own to everyone you've fought to keep happy. Everyone who would ask where you went. So you just continue to do everything you can to keep yourself together and smile, building up that mask as it gets only heavier and harder to hold. You need help to take it off... But how could you ask anyone...? So you just sigh and kick that pebble down the road, looking down pathetically at the cracks and bumps in the side walk, not having a clue of where your heading but just about anywhere seems better than here.
