So yes i smile, and what ? you know, maybe i hate my self, because, i hate every thing about me, my skin, my bones, my teeth, i'm dirty. you don't know that, because, I'm hiding my fucking face behind this fucking smile.. I just want cry. and what do you do with this, nothing. because there is nothing to do. I'm lost, pretty lost, between real and what there is in my head. too lost. i don't asked for that. I just want you tell me nothing is real, and keep me in your arms. kiss me in the forehead... maybe I'll feel less badly..