It’s a facade
It’s all an act. Behind the mask.
Hiding never hurts. Drinking never brings pain. Laughing always beats crying. Pills feel good. Being surrounded by friends keeps the infinite loneliness away. Temporary escapes block out almost every bit of sadness. For now I’m running and not ready to face it. Someday. But not today. Call me a coward. Maybe I am. At least I admit it.