I’m done with the fighting,
Done with the tears,
Done with the constant fear.
I’m done with the faking;
The fake smiles,
The fake happiness,
The fake loving people we pretend to be.
We are not as perfect as people may think.
Life isn’t as fun as we make it seem to be.
Yet, we continue to pretend.
I hate it. Actually, I can’t stand to do it anymore.
It must be obvious.
Can’t people sense the tension?
Hear the screaming?
See the pain?
The problem is that the need for each other is more than we will ever realize.
We couldn’t live without each other;
We wouldn’t survive.
I don't want to pretend anymore,
Don't want to feel like this,
Don't want to live like this.
I’m done.
