I do exist but I am not living.
I am alive but dead from the inside.
I am 20 but passed away a month before my sixteen birthday.
I am me but not really myself.
I am smiling but all I want to do is cry.
I look strong and unstoppable but I am SO weak.
I love life but tried so many times to end it.
And you still believe me when I tell “I am fine” with a BIG smile?