My core burns,
Aching more and more,
Blood flows red hot,
Tears running down my face,
No one gives a second glance,
My hope fails,
As I scream more and more,
But they just walk past,
In their perfect little lives,
They dont see the pain i feel,
I push myself on,
But the more i do the more it hurts,
If i needed to,
I could just let go,
All my soul needs,
Is to be layed to rest,
So what happens to the rest of me?
I dont know,
And I dont care,
As long as Im free,
Free to be me...
This is what the people i call friends make me feel like. A useless piece of shit that doesnt deserve to exist. And guess what? They actually made me believe it. So if i go, and you hear the story, of the girl whos could trust. Re-think your life. You may be one of the people that made me who i am today. Because everything you see, is a face... an act, so why should you believe it? because if i showed you the real me... how could i trust you. Ive had way too much trust broken. So unless I can think i can trust you. Dont even bother trying. As im already gone. There is 1 person i trust. And thats my best friend. Even if he doesnt believe me...
