I say to my doctor, I’m not suicidal anymore. And I’m not crazy manic. I’m just empty. He says, I think we’re heading in the right direction?
I don’t feel….anything.
Existence. Is that really living?
Why keep this charade up?
Who am I fooling?
Just put on a happy face…fuck a happy face.
This is how I see my face in the mirror. Oh how i can fool everyone.
Is there any reason to keep this up?