The purpose of a white lie is to tell someone a lie so that it prevents something catastrophic, right? But when the white lie comes to surface, something even more disastrous happens. So why tell the white lie? Maybe it's to put yourself at ease, maybe it's to make me feel better, maybe it's to make it all look like a beautiful picture even though the painting is smudged and damaged. Maybe... I wasn't in the picture in the first place.

As the days go by, I begin to see the incomplete picture. One which is without me inside.

So if this be a lie, I want to know why.

Sadly this is something you will never read, and something which I will never bring myself to tell you, because I promised I would make it easy for you. I'd rather have it difficult for myself than have it difficult for you.

It's really difficult, it really is. It's eating me alive. It's killing me gently day by agonizing day. But I'll make it easy for you, so I won't tell. It could be the last thing I'll ever do for you that you'll never realise. And I'll just fade away, looking bright and shiny, while feeling broken and torn.

You'll just walk away.

I'll smile, but just not today.