Tired

I’m tired of putting on a smile. I’m tired of telling everyone I’m okay whn I’m not. I’m tired of passing him in the hallway and pretending like we don’t know eachother when in reality he means everything to me. I’m tired of living this life that’s not real. Real life is I’m hurt, broken, and torn up inside. I miss being with him. I miss the compliments and the memories and everything fun in between. I miss being happy. I miss being a kid and having no worries. Reality sucks and we avoid reality by lying to everyone around us.