Because I don't know what I could do, what I should say to make you understand.

Air. It's the reason we live. It's the reason we're all standing right on the surface of this hopeless land. With it, we could breathe. With it, we could inhale and scream. Or we could choose to just cut the air supply. Cut it all off and lead to our fall. Isn't it a simpler way of living, by just dying?

Emotions. What an amazing little thing. It could make you feel like you're at the top of the world, let you feel the ultimate joy, utmost happiness. But it could let you feel, bit by bit, your heart breaking into tiny little pieces, shattering to a point of no return. Is it really worth it? Is it really worth all the sufferings you have to endure before you reach that infinitesimal bit of contentment? Isn't it an easier way to ease the pain, by not feeling anymore?

The little bits of life surrounding you, growing, aren't they beautiful? You could observe them as they flourish into charming little creatures, watch them mature into dazzling stars. Take a good look, hon. Look at them as they shine in the bright light. Aren't they alluring? Remember them when they still look that way, sugar, because you know, it won't last. You wouldn't want to see them fall. You wouldn't want to watch them get all battered and torn up, with every ounce of pride and dignity ripped away from them. Because everyone will fall. It's just a matter of time.

Just a little confidence is what you need. Never lose hope. That's what they all say. But how is that possible in this cruel world of malice and destruction? If you don't fight for yourself, you'll lose to the millions of people out there. To not kill is to get killed; that's the harsher way of putting things. But that doesn't make it any less true. And that doesn't mean it will last. It never does. People pull people down every single day. It's just like how you need to drink and eat every day; to vie for the best is a basic human need. But why do we bother? One day, you'll get brought down anyway. One day, you'll perish anyway. And no one will remember you when you land. No one will bother to pick you up. They'll just kick you away or step right into your face. Because that's how the human world functions. Nature, that's what they all love to call it.

No, don't take that as negativity. Why would you assume so? To just fall; it's an optimistic way of thinking, isn't it? Because that is, afterall, the most gentle death one would ever get, to just leave without bumping into obstacles the entire way down, to shun from all the agony of this lifetime. Not everyone is that lucky, you know. Most people don't get the easy way out; they get bashed up, leaving with cuts and bruises on their way down. Because that's just the way things work, my love. Why can't you see?

Tonight, I'll be the bad guy in your heart, darling. Just for you. Rest well, love. May we meet again...in a better lifetime.

She stared blatantly at the lies she typed on her chatboxes. The things she would tell the others. Her real life conversations. Her lies made out to the whole of the world. She pondered quizzically upon them, wondering if it was really so easy for her to lie through all of these things. She wondered when she started. She doesn't really know. All she knows was a lie led to another and sooner than she knew everything she said was a lie. Every word, every detail, every picture. Lies. Nothing was real at all. Nothing that she ever mentioned was the entire truth. No, not the truth. Her life itself was a huge lie. Her existence was a lie. But does that matter? No, of course not. Why would it?

Lies were her life. How could she stop? How could she rip off this mask to truthfully face the world with her genuine emotions? No, she couldn't; she didn't want to. Everything would end then. Every single fucking thing she ever knew in her life. She existed because of her lies. No lies, no her. Her life ends the moment her false pretense get ripped off her face. She couldn't. No, she couldn't.

She could. Could she?

She stared at her reflection in the glass. Smirking, she raised an arm and pointed a finger towards her image. She laughed, laughed till her stomach hurt and her cheek muscles ached in disapproval.

Who do you think you are, you worthless piece of crap.

She smiled at her reflection as agony gradually devoured her heart from within. Afterall, she was only human.

...but lies is her middle name.