I've come to the point to realize that nobody really cares. Not family or friends, the ones I thought would alway be there for me aren't. Then again what should I expect nobody will ever love me if I can't love myself. Maybe it just hurts to find out. I'm not a angel either I guess I brought this on myself. Thinking I had people to talk to was stupid nobody cares about my problems.
The girl puts on her best smile
Fixes her makeup after she wipes her tears
Laughs a little
Nobody can tell its not real
Except for her pillow who's stays with her every night
Because now she knew there was no one she could trust
Everyone believed she was strong
But they were very wrong
There was no point in crying
Nobody was going to be there
So she never again let a tear slip
For the very reason that some things are too broken to ever be
fixed
