My smile does not define me. Behind all this joy and laughter there are tears. Behind all my happiness there is sadness. Behind all the good things in my life are bad things. But you can't see these things.
You don't know that I debate whether I should still be alive or not. You don't know that I want to disappear into space where I can die of starvation. You don't know that I cry every day hoping that you will realise that I'm still here. But you don't.
So whether you like it or not, I'm still here. And I always will be. Treat me like I'm still here. Treat me like I deserve a place in this world. Even if I don't, I do it to you. So remember these three words: