This is My Life

I Do Not Know Why

I don't know why they keep shooting me down and bringing my ever so closer to Hell. I wasn't always this depressing kid that lost interest in everything. I used to be a kid that shared her lunch with a student who didn't have a lunch, helped her parents wash the dishes and was very optimistic. Until people molded me into someone I'm not. They made me strong on the outside but I'm soft on the inside. It's like I live in a nutshell. I never wanted it to be like this but a broken heart is a open heart. But, nobody knows what it feels like because it's different for everyone. What it feels like for me is like I'm drowning in hot wax but I'm to weak to take a breath of air so I don't struggle, I just wait there for a miracle to happen like someone reaching down and scooping me up in they're arms and telling me that I'm okay. That I'm amazing. That I'm beautiful. That I'm everything to that person. I would give anything for that to happen for only second. But, I know it'll never happen. Because no one will ever love or like me for who I am. I'm sick of crying, and sick of trying and yes, I'm smiling.