This is what happens when you hurt yourself. You end up smiling everyday, thinking, can they see through it? Hoping they can, yet wishing they don't. If they did, you would be thought of as mentally ill. But you're not. You're really just hurting more than a migraine that would send you to the hospital. It's like the feeling of not sleeping. Ever. Not being able to pull yourself up. The hole that has been dug is too deep. You don't know what else to do. So you hurt yourself. The process starts again. But this time it's worse. You want to end it. You end up in the hospital for real this time. You end up gone. Life sucks. But death sucks worse. It kills yourself and others around you. Don't die. Someone somewhere loves you. Even if you don't think so. <3