Empty

This morning, I woke up with a heavy heart. I was feeling empty inside. The pain was slowly killing me inside and I tried to fight it by praying hard to God, to please ease the pain. I can't deny it. I'm sinking into the pit of depression. I'm holding on to grief and sadness.

I tried covering it with smiles, laughter and jokes. It was a defense-mechanism I developed to hide my emotions. I'm really tired of wearing a mask. I'm tired of feeling sorry. I'm tired of constantly being hurt over and over again.

Hay.

Hay...