The brightest of smiles can walk alone for miles. Plotting in their head if they’re better off dead. We see them on the outside and assume their alright, when deep down inside it’s a never ending fight.

The fight for survival is the bloodiest war, it can leave more scars and leave you poor. Poor as in empty in emotion, yet so rich and vibrant in relation. It’s impossible to know what they’re thinking. It’s hard to say words when it feels like your sinking. Sinking in your thoughts and unanswered prayers. Pushing through your waterfall of tears.

I’m stuck in reality, but still waiting for that fairy tale ending. The happy to my ever after. Then I break into laughter. Daydreaming at the dinner table. Someone said a joke about how I’m not able. How I’m not able to talk to other relatives or friends when they come over, but they don’t know how it feels to cover up your face with the fake smile.

I never thought that I would have a dark side. Now I’m praying at my bed side to keep the demons away. Ones trying to pull me down and the other trying to pull me up. I don’t know what to do I must be running out of luck.

Then the child finds their fathers gun. All your hear from their room is. *click* *click* “Fuck”