Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words, words could never hurt me, right? but the truth is they do, words hurt a lot. The words people say make me just want to leave and go to me special place. I don't let anyone know what their words do to me, they will never know, unless it gets out. Sometimes the only time i feel safe, is when i know there is a fresh pack of blades in the house, the're like a cold, sharp, security blanket, like the friend I never had, the only ones who can take my pain away; that's what friends are ment to do right? take away pain? Not create it or make it worse. I have few friends like that, and sometimes I feel as if they don't even care, to be honest I'm only kidding myself, telling myself that people care, because who cares? No one. Who would miss me? No one.
I hate when people say things like, but she looked so happy. Of corse she did, she didn't want you to know how she was really feeling. Or she told me she was okay. Obviouslty she wouldn't tell you straight how she was feeling. If you really wanted to know how she was feeling ignore the smile and look within the eyes, a smile can hide everything as if nothing was there, and lie to the world as if it was the truth. A persons mouth is the padlock but their eyes are the key, you can never hide anything within the eyes, because they eyes never lie.
I wonder if someone breaks in a room and no chooses to hear, do they make a sound or is it just background noise? No body will understand so we all choose not to tell anyone, I know I won't tell anyone.
