I'm the girl, who hides behind a smile everyday.
I'm the girl, who has a tough exterior.
But that's not who I really am.
I'm the girl, who has a lot of problems,
But doesn't share one thing.
I'm the girl, who keeps everything bottled up.
Sometimes I just need someone to talk to.
Someone to care about me.
Someone to listen to my problems.
Someone to hold me when I cry.
Someone to love me.
Nobody knows the real me.
Nobody knows what I go through everyday.
Nobody knows what I have to do just to make it through the day.
Nobody knows that I'm the girl who isn't who I say I am.
And I'm the girl who will cry herself to sleep every night.
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoesíaThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
