A month goes by,
and I can't remember the last time that I was truly happy.
Don't get me wrong,
I do laugh, I do smile,
and I do all the the things that I used to do.
But now there's was just one difference,
I was hollow inside.
To this day I haven't found an accurate way to express what I feel inside.
Because even when I was explaining how sad I was,
I was smiling and talking about it like it was just another conversation topic.
But it wasn't.
Why am I smiling and laughing and seemingly okay outside,
Slowly dying inside.