Quotes About Struggle

I act like I don't care, but deep down I swear IT KILLS me.

Im sick of crying, tired of trying, yeah I'm smiling but inside I'm dying.

Deep down somewhere in me I wanna give up, I say to myself I just cant hold on any longer...but I manage, I manage to smile, I manage to laugh, I manage to be me...i manage to HOLD ON.

Just because she comes off strong, doesn't mean nothing is wrong.

Everyday I try to look my best, even though inside I'm such a mess.

I'm the girl who acts like everything is okay when clearly, everything is falling apart.

Not all scars show, not all wounds heal. Sometimes you can't always see the pain that someone feels.

The only reason I love sleeping so much, is because my life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake...

Sometimes it's easier to pretend that you don't care, than to admit it's killing you.

Forever alone, forever apart; you built me up & tore me apart.

It hurts to smile when you know it'll only last a little while. So you probably fake the smile to save yourself from future pain. But you are actually hurting yourself, because nobody knows how you truly feel, just because you don't wanna shed a tear.

I don't have the heart to hurt you, that's the last thing I want to do, but I don't have the heart to love you....not the way you want me to.

God I hate being broken up with my lifes crumbling before my eyes.

Crazy isn't being broken...

It's easier to hide behind deception than face realities of brokenness.

Physically I feel like I'm coping, but emotionally I feel like I'm breaking.

Just because I'm not crying on the outside, doesn't mean I'm not dying inside.

The same girl who smiles and talks non-stop, is the same one who cries herself to sleep at night.

The sky isn't always blue, the sun doesn't always shine it's all right to fall apart sometimes.

And she finally gave up, dropped the fake smile as a tear ran down her cheek, she whispered to herself. I can't do this anymore

Do not take someone's silence as his pride, perhaps he is busy fighting with himself.

My heart and my head are two of my worst enemies. They are like the devil and angel, only I can't figure out which one is which...

Though the brain says all is well, the soul is lost, confused, doesn't know why life is being unfair to it. But we still wake up in the morning.

I have no idea what I'm doing, where I'm going or what will happen to me. I'm lost and going nowhere.