Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the girl I am... isn't me.
Each night I would go to sleep with new scars engraved in my skin. It wasn't just a habit anymore; it was an addiction.
All I wanted was just a little attention. Just one word, one touch, one connection is all I asked for..... Just so that I can live on, breathe, eat, and walk... Was I asking for too much in the end? Perhaps love isn't the problem, perhaps it is me. I am the problem for falling in love.
Broken wings can't fly. That's why no one can ever get off the ground.
Dispersing is easiest thing to do, trying to be seen is the hardest.
No, she's not crying to get attention. She's crying because she's had enough. She's fed up. She's tired. She's sick of crying herself to sleep every night. She's sick of people judging her. She's sick of reality. She's....me.
Another day I chose to waste away
'This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends,
this is the way the world ends,
not with a bang but a whimper.'
- T.S Eliot
The blood is fresh and I wonder, what did I do to deserve this pain..
"I may not be what you wanted, but I'll be here even when you don't need me."