Thinking Out Loud

14

I lay here just wondering what's going wrong with me? How did that happy little kid back in third grade always smile? Now I'm the most depressed person ever. Why did that happiness leave?

Now I'm here with eyes full of tears, in the dark. I let my tears fall so no one will see them. No one ever sees me cry. I cry in my room. When I'm alone so no one can bug me.

I like to cry in the rain so no one will know that I'm crying. They'll just think it's the rain drops sliding down my face.

Don't look at me cry. Don't look at me I'm a mess. Don't look at me please.

She's not the kind of girl to tell the world about the way she feels about herself.
He's not the kind of boy to show his feelings to anyone, but keeps them nicely locked up.

So I let the tears stream down my face.