by Broken Inside » Tue Jul 26, 2011 4:53 am
Can I have a sketch?
You tell me I have no reason to cry. You tell me I have no reason to want to die. You tell me I can't say good bye. You tell me not to lie. But if I don't cry I will scream. If I don't die I will be in endless torture. If I don't say good bye I will have to say hello, over and over again. If I don't lie I will have to tell you the truth. You think you are the perfect parents for me. You think I have the perfect life. It's true, I have a lot of friends, I'm a cheerleader, and I'm class president. But none of it is perfect when you see the world through my eyes.I am afraid i will find something else I will have to silently endure, and I do. It hurts to see how much I have to fake to be happy. And only one thing hurts worse than that. You belive it even when I'm breaking.