Broken Pride

I used to think I was untouchable because no one could see through my mask.
The outside was a smiling face, but the inside was stained by my past.
Almost everyone liked me, and I managed to survive for a while.
I succeeded in hiding my problems, but it got harder and harder to smile.
I lashed out at my loved ones, sliced my arms until they bled.
I cried till I could cry no more, and cursed those words unsaid.
The fallout led to rock bottom, where today I still remain.
This broken girl sits through hopeless nights, trying to ease the pain.
Stuck on my frightening merry-go-round while life flies past without fun.
It seems unjust, the cards I was dealt, my life has just begun.
Something must be wrong with me, a glitch somewhere in my brain.
Putting on masks day by day is what keeps me from going insane.
Even insanity seems life relief, but my pride won’t let me give in.
If I fail right now, I’ll lose everything and die before life takes its spin.
From my living hell and all I’ve endured, my heart ached to think.
I can bare make it every day, I’m already on the brink.
Someone pull me back, I’m at the edge and can’t let go.
I need that I couldn’t ask for and now it’s starting to show.