Illusions 
 
 
 Isn’t it scary what a smile can hide? 
 You ask me how I am, and I smile and say I'm doing fine.  
 Cause that’s what you want to hear. 
 But inside I'm dying.  
 Every thought I have is a battle and every breath I take is war.  
 And each night I suffer. 
 I cry and, in that moment, each thought rolls down my face until I sit there emotionless. 
 I think how death is so much more inviting than life, 
 and it kills me to know this and be too much of a coward to do anything about it. 
 It's like a war.  
 Either you win or you die trying.