Dimensions and lies.. .

I honestly dont know where to start. These blank spaces just urges me to write whats on my mind, it just feels like its another dimension where I can shout my aches briefly regardless if there is anybody who can hear me. I wanted to float in that dimension, I wanted to give up this physical body so I could stop worrying about how long will my whole body try to endure the stress of whats on my mind.

Im tired, Im tired of not being honest to myself, to everyone. Specially to the people whom I love the most and also maybe to those people who just passed by and ask me if Im okay, coz Im pretty sure I will always lie if I say I am okay. But does that matter to them? Will they be able to feel my burden and help me to carry it across this lost path?