My life is a Dream

My life is a dream; I’m floating on a cloud.
Everything is perfect like sweet candy melting lavishly in my mouth, leaving me perpetually happy.

But that’s just it.
My life is a dream.
Sweet, ordinary girl on the outside, Loving parents, artistic skills, Adoring Boyfriend.

But deep down my life is just an endless cycle of fatigue and the dull fear of the pain eating away at me inside out till I’m nothing but a shadow of my former self.
Emotionless, Lifeless… Loveless.

My heart fades and cracks with each pitiful chapter of my life. Brittle to the faintest touch, it’s just waiting to tip over the edge of that cliff by one tiny mistake, one hurtful word because it’s not strong enough anymore. Living for far too long on sympathy and pain.

Love. Now an empty word like all the others.
Compassion, Kindness, Sympathy.
Hollow with no meaning, no emotion when it comes from my mouth or any other because it was flung around excessively by people that supposedly cared for me.
But they didn’t care; they didn’t know how it felt to be me, to have to live through being here.

Every word, every consolation hurled at me was out of pity.