Sleeping with a broken heart is easy. Day by day, I put on a disguise until the pain drifts away. Gotta admit, but I’m quite unhealthy. Not physically, but because of my foolish mentality. Glancing back to the gullible me, made me realize how selfish I use to be. Forgive me as I reminisce, but I can’t help not to think of how my feelings changed with just a simple kiss. But as soon as my mind steps back to facing reality, it no longer has the ability to see a person’s true beauty. I tried my hardest to keep myself from crying & yet, we all know that I’ve been lying. And when darkness awakes, I close my eyes until I feel no more heartaches. I soon enter a non-existent world where my soul is set free to express my emotions without the crowd having to deal with any of these weary commotions. Everything goes right, though it only lasts through the night. Now you tell me if it’s easy waking up with a broken heart..?