That moment when you burst out crying alone in your room. And you realize that no one truly know how unhappy you are because you don't want anyone to know.

You smile, but you're not really happy.
You ask, but you don't want to know.
You talk, but you aren't saying anything.
You laugh, but don't find it funny.
You cry, but it doesn't really mean anything.
You get up, but you're not really awake.
You sleep, but you aren't resting.
You're alive, but you aren't really living.