[WhisperingSilence]

I hate it. I hate it. It's like being buried alive. Trapped six feet under, screaming and drowning in your emotions and feelings - yet because your constantly smiling and acting like your perfectly fine no one suspects a thing. Even though its the middle of summer and your still wearing a long sleeve top. Okay so its not a sweater maybe just like a thin cotton top but someone will ask 'Aren't you hot in that' You'll simply answer 'No I'm fine I'm just a little cold' pretending to shiver to throw them off track , they'll buy your excuse and you'll continue the act. The act of acting like your perfectly fine even though it feels like your being buried six feet under. Screaming out for someone to see past the act, for someone to just put an arm round you and say 'you'll be fine' . It never happens. You've got so good at the act you could actually qualify for an Oscar or an T.V. award of some sort.

The bit people don't see is the part when you're home alone and its like late at night and your struggling to sleep, the urges are crushing your brain like a ship caught in a storm out at sea, smashing and crashing into the rocks, sending your stomach into a million knots all in one go. Sending your mind like absolutely crazy whilst at the same time your trying to like ride the urges out but as the waves crash against your brain the ship is rocked and smashed into the rocks sending you into a whirlwind of emotions that are slowly drowning you and like completely burying you alive - you feel as thought your like six feet under , trapped and alone with no way out.