Everyone lies. People upon people pass us by, fake smiles plastered upon their lips, a reassertion of their so-called happiness as they walk down the rain-spattered streets. Lying is as natural in humans as it is to breathe.
So why am I constantly paralyzed by my secrets? Why am I haunted by the constant weight of the extent of my depression. There is not a single night that passes that I could not feel the cold claws of guilt eat me up. The air turns to fire in my lungs, suffocating me, burning out the life from right inside. The hands that hold me near and […]
