"You know what the toughest part is? Waking up everyday and having to smile. Pretending you’re okay when inside you’re fucking broken. Walking around like nothing is wrong in your head but just wanting to break down and cry because its a pile of shit. Laughing at jokes when all your head is full of is suicidal thoughts that consume you. Everyone sees oh as the bubbly positive one. They all see the person on top, not the one hurting inside. I just want to die. End all the pain and maybe people would realise how I felt. Oh wait, nobody would care. Everyone’s better off without me."