I'm the one who always smiles. The one people think is so out going, that I have loads of friends. I'm the one no one sees falling. I'm falling from life it's self. I'm falling from what used to be me. Im the one girls laugh at because I'm not pretty. I'm the one people call fat. I'm the one people lie about. They take my life and what's important in it and smash it up. Every last part of it. I'm the one who didn't eat yesterday. Or the day before. I'm the one who cant sharpen pencils in class without my hands shaking and my tears falling. I'm the one who tries to give up.
I've gotten used to the fact that no one likes me. I've gotten used to the fact that I dont go out for sleepovers or parties. I've gotten used to the fact that I am nothing. I mean...I've been told it eough?
I'm sorry for being the broken one.
