when I

I try to pretend but nothing seems to mend
I force a fake smile if only for a little while.
When everything is gone, it all seems so wrong
When nothing is right, i try to put up a fight.
When i break down, everyone's face crowns.
When i walk down the halls all i see is hate, But i guess its all fate.
So why do i continue in this painful thing that we call life?
Because everytime i pick up the knife, i hear a vioce that says carry on with all your might.