It's a little white lie, the smile on my lips and the happiness that you see.
Soon it might not be a white lie after years of smiling till my face cracks; someday it might turn into one big lie.
I'm cracking at the edges, dying with a smile pure as snow.
Tears, what are tears? They don't come and when they finally do I won't welcome them with anything but hate.
He smiles, twisting my insides, making my heart crack open and call out to him with a huge growl.
Skipping long and yelling loud, smile big and shining just like always but all of it's just a disguise and under this mask all I am is empty with want.
His words reopen wounds and smother salt until I run out of tears 'filthy bloodsucker' 'I love Bella, I could never love you.'
The want grows and grows and one day it will be the death of me.
They don't see, I even fool myself with thinking 'I'm find, I'm happy' when all I am is gone.
It tries to scratch its way out and take a breath of cool air, and one day it comes and tries to stay.
It smashes his lips on mine like a greedy child, taking what it can't have.
All that comes of it is new wounds inside and out. Now all I want to do is shed these fangs and grow fur.
Smile big as they come around while inside I cry, 'all I am is one big white lie'