Alive.

Air is poison. Deoxygenated blood creeps through my veins. Lungs have scattered. Heart is broken. Blood is drained. But how am I still alive?

Every day is a war. I got no other choice but to put up a fight. Bruises are all over my body. Yet, I stay strong. The most they can do is think they can give me hell. Little did they know that I am way ahead of their game. If they knew, I would be watching their faces scarred in dismay...

Just because I smile, it does not mean I am fine. Just because I laugh, it does not mean I am not in pure agony. Just because I get on with my day, it does not mean I am alright. Just because I do not have scars on my skin, it does not mean I am not bleeding deep inside. Just because I tell the truth, it does not mean I am not lying...

P.S: YOU CAN NEVER FIGURE ME OUT, LOSERS!