I'm sick of crying, tired of trying.
Sometimes I'm smiling, but inside I'm dying.
I can't keep my mask up anymore...
They'd tell me, "Silly, silly girl... They never really, loved you."
To them, I say, "Thank you, for showing me, what it feels like, to die."
Once upon a time, there was a happy little girl.
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I show them.
That I'm okay.
But on the inside.
It really hurts...
And I'll tell you....
I'm more broken than you think.
And, it hurts if you try to make things RIGHT and all they can see in you is WRONG.
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I was terrified. Every day. I just wanted, to make things head the right way. I just don't know... What to do to make things right...
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We're obsessed with finding someone to love us, because we need to feel to like we matter to someone, when we can't matter to ourselves.
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When will this loneliness be over?
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When will this depression pass?
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My Cup of Cocoa
Non-FictionThis is a log where I'll put everything for now. These might be the last things that people will see of mine, this might not. I just hope that it won't come to the point of me dying to be noticed... ..... Read it if you want! I help with homework!
