It does hurt to smile.
Every time I lie to someone and say I’m okay, I smile.
It breaks me apart.
I tell people that I’ve had a good day, but inside I’m thinking about how much I want to go home and cut. And cut. Cut. Cut. Cut.
Even saying the word gets me off.
I hate lying to the people I love.
I hate walking around with my friends laughing, when all I want is to die.
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It does hurt to smile.
Every time I lie to someone and say I’m okay, I smile.
It breaks me apart.
I tell people that I’ve had a good day, but inside I’m thinking about how much I want to go home and cut. And cut. Cut. Cut. Cut.
Even saying the word gets me off.
I hate lying to the people I love.
I hate walking around with my friends laughing, when all I want is to die.