I smile because I don't want anyone to worry. I smile because I don't want anyone to know I'm depressed. Depressed that no one knows. People might think, "Ha! Prussia depressed?! No!" but.... I smile through the pain.

You can't hurt me. My hearts already broken. Cracked, nothing to heal it with.

The awesome me is depressed. No one will actually miss me. I'm desolving anyways. Slowly everyone forgets me...

Get the knife open the wrist, and cut. Cut the pain away. Thats what my brain is telling me. Cut, cut, cut. Down che wrist. Just cut the pain away, Prussia. Why am I even on this planet. Teaching everyone to be awesome? Am I all Im here for? No one sees me depressed and cry. I try not to.

My heart just tells me to stop. There's no need to cut. Its no use. The heart's voice is to queit that I can't hear over my thoughts, Cut the pain away.... Cut the pain away...

When someone comes in, I smile. This smile and laugh is the mask of how I feel. No one sees through my never ending mask if pain.

I'm an idiot for trying. Sometimes I just want to die. But every time I do... My heart speaks loud and clear, Don't do this!! The World... It isn't as bad you think... So... Keep living. People love you. I actually listen to it.

||If you get my reference I made there.... I freaking love you.

I don't why I even try to continue? Is it because of West...? And my loved ones that make me keep going on? Who knows. All they do is just give such pity on me.

No one understands how I feel. They just lie to my face.

They never understand.
Never. And they would never since understand.