Sweet Misery

It used to so much easier to be happy. I never had to pretend. Getting up in the morning, putting on a smile. It's so much harder now because I haven't genuinely smiled in so long. I don't even remember how to. It feels so foreign. One little mistake, one wrong word; and you've just dug your own grave. I just wish I could be in it, instead of enduring the living hell I'm in now. Everybody thinks that I can handle it. They never care to stop and ask me if I'm okay, they just assume I am. I'm gone, way past saving. I didn't think I could be saved. But he did. He completely twisted my life around and saved me from myself and my monsters.