My smile is made of pain.
My laugh is one of a broken soul.
My heart is made of darkness.
My memories haunt me.
My imagination tortures me.
In the stillness of the night are silent tears.
In the depths of my being, is anxiety.
Behind my locked door is depression.
Despite this, I'm still sane.
So, don't tell me that I have an easy life, because you have no idea of the pain, brokenness, darkness, haunted memories, mental torment, tears, anxiety, and depression that I live with everyday.

Anonymous