Suicide of the Mind
I'm so fucking tired. Tired of controlling every single emotion, every single action and every word that comes out of my mouth. I hate this smiling mask I wear to fool the world.
I am not perfect.
I need to let go of my soul and be free but I am afraid that if I fall, there will be no one to save me. I am afraid of needing others.
I am afraid of being weak.
I don't want to be afraid anymore. I need to live, even if it means killing a part of me.
Even if it means allowing myself to cry.
I am still afraid but I'm losing control. I can't do this anymore.
I'm letting go.
Please don't hate who I really am.