No one cares..
No one knows.
It's best to leave it that way.. right?
Sometimes I want to be heard or noticed but not all the time..
My scars are my friends..
The darkness is my source of power..
I'm oblivious to the unwanted stares everyone gives me..
They judge me by my cover but not who I really am..
Who am I anyways..?
I still need to find out..
I need to know..
Or do I?
Wait.. I dont.
Keep making me cry, starve, cut, and feel depressed.
You're words sometimes don't bring me down but really deep inside feels like I've taken a bullet to the brain..
I wonder who will tell my story when I pass.
No one.
Whose there for me?
No one.
Are my parents even there?
No.
Can I still live life?
Possibly..
Butterflies. They calm me. Make the world feel at ease. Especially with all this hatred.
Forced smiles aren't as beautiful as natural ones.
Smile for your own good.
You're special in your own way..
