Fading From View

For the past week its been a game. How long can I get away with faking it? How long can I truly stay silent as I suffer? How long? The answer is until they look at me, worried eyes and sad smiles. Then all at once, I shatter into dust.

I am not myself anymore. Things are getting harder. I'm crying every night and I'm waking up feeling like I can't breathe. I shouldn't be breathing. If I let them in they'll stop me and the pain will never end.

So here's to goodbyes that will soon be said and here's to the people whose lives I have already faded from view.