*I wrote this a LONG time ago, I was definitely in a bad place, but writing it helped. I was able to express how I felt even when nobody was there to listen. Now I'm just posting this for anyone to relate.*
Will they ever see this pain I hide,
or the tears I shed every night?
I fake this smile so they wont see,
the hate, the pain, of being me.
I paint these scars so I don't forget,
forget all of this pain, this dreadful regret.
Broken hearts and bloodshot eyes,
screaming parents full of lies.
My life may seem pretty breezy,
be in my shoes, it's not so easy.
Trapped in a room all alone,
left to wonder on my own.
What would it be like start again?
A new beginning or another dead end?
All I live on are these broken dreams,
of healing hearts and love it seems.
Reality slaps me in the face,
as this cold world puts me in my place.
The broken girl who hopes one day,
to smile and laugh and know it's okay.
