My ability to pretend has gotten really good. I make believe that you will come back to me. I tell friends I really never cared about you. On the outside I pretend everything is just fine and I’m happy, but I love you and am dying inside. Without you every day is hell. B.R.
Behind my smile is a hurting heart
Behind my laughs I’m falling apart
Look at me closely and you will see
The girl I am just isn’t me.