The truth...
People say I am the lucky one,
but they dont know the whole story.
They dont know the whole story.
They dont understand what I am going through,
the thoughts running through my mind.
The stress I am under everyday,
the shadows hiding my true emotions.
They dont know I have a broken family,
that i wanna drink to the bottom of the bottle just to be okay again.
They dont know how i was broken since i was a little girl,
that i am no longer a daddy's girl.
They dont know sometimes when i drive i picture crashing into the trees i drive past.
They dont know i cry myself to sleep,
that i feel like it would be easier not to live anymore.
They dont know that all i want is to be loved,
that i feel alone in a house full of people.
Soon enough i may not be here anymore,
all my problems will become someone else's.
I will no longer cry,
Someone else's tears will fall.
I will no longer feel that pain and heartbreak.
They dont know that i will finally be free.
