"You see that girl? She looks so happy, right?Telling jokes, smiling, having a great time and...Dying inside.She's hurt.And tired.Tired of all the drama,tired of not being good enough,tired of life.But she doesn't want to look dramatic,weak and attention seeking.So she keeps it all inside.Acts like everythings perfectbut cries at night.So everybody thinks that she's the happiest person they know.That she has no problems and her life is perfect.If only they knew the truth..."
Everyone has secrets. Big or small, life changing or stupid little things that don't even matter in the long run. Everyone has things they don't want people to know. Or things they want people to know but are too afraid to tell them. Too afraid of the judgement that comes with people knowing the truth. The pain, both physical and emotional, that comes with telling the world things about you that you know you probably shouldn't for their safety and yours. That's my life. Secrets. Lies. Crying myself to sleep and waking up wishing I wasn't here. This is my life. I'm a mess. My dad thinks so, my teachers think so, my 'friends' think so, and my mom would too if she didn't die giving birth to a screw up like me. I know it's my fault and so does my dad. He makes sure I know it's my fault every day. I live in jeans and hoodies to hide the way he reminds me. It hurts but I know I deserve it so I don't bother fighting back anymore. Bruises, cuts and scars cover my body. Some from him and some from the bullies I spend every weekday trying to avoid, never succeeding as you can tell from looking at me. My life is honestly a living hell. Wake up, get beat by my dad, go to school, get beat by the bullies, go home get beat by my dad again, go to sleep, repeat. No friends to hang out with, no where to go to hide, stuck living this life that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.
