mute

It seems like I walk threw life pretending. I am the poser, the faker. I seem to be happy, seem to have it together, but nothing could be farther from the truth. I am lost, I am scared, I am unable to speak. I look around at the people in my life searching for someone who can handle what I have to say. I feel like I am watching my life crawl along with no meaning, no relief, no peace, no way out. Suicide, yes contemplated many times but I am trapped here by the guilt of making my loved ones suffer. I wish I could just disappear…