You watched me today.
I felt you smiling and talking with family about how happy I am now. How the world did get better in my eyes? Your happy that that red stained girl is gone.
You know I am better now.
Why? Because you dont see lines on my legs or arms? Because there is a smile on my face now when I talk? Because I have times out with friends? Or is it because I have a great life now?
You think I'm better now!
I feel like a roting corpse in my only little prison. I'm tired of the pain. I asked someone for help outside but they called me a attention whore. They tell me I'm stupid to act this way
I have a great job. A loving family that's lobes me. My own apartment I live alone in.
You thought I was getting better.
I don't understand it. Just going through the emotions now. In and out. Day after day. Feeling die inside when the outside me is so together. I don't understand it.
I thought I was too!
I'm a shell of a person hunted by my past. Maybe one day I will glowing again and I don't want be this shell. My luster has disappeared. I just wish to be bright again maybe when the night falls I will be again. Just remember firefly need darkness to glow.
