Fading

When the happiness has faded away, when the smile has left my eyes, I’m forced to face the truth. My body is a cold tomb without the laughter; an empty shell that hides nothing. It leaves me no choice but to feel the uneasiness that is left, and to question it. Was it all a lie? I thought that the happiness was real - that my smiles were sincere. But then why is this uneasiness echoing through my core? Where did I go wrong? Or was I just wrong the whole time? How long has this uneasiness been hiding deep within my soul?

Perhaps it is the residue of torturous daydreams, which I’ve been battering my heart with for years. Perhaps it comes from the inward struggle between my raw, uncensored thoughts and the hippocracy that I’m pushing away. Or perhaps it is the truth that I’ve been hiding from myself - perhaps it is who I really am.

 

I can feel myself fading as the uneasiness eats away at my soul.

Done