People always ask me whats wrong,
and i give the same response:
"Nothing" "Everything" "I don't know"
And that's just how it goes.
No one seems to notice,
the pain inside.
A pain unable to explain.
The fake smiles.
The brokenness.
It indescribable most days,
trying to get through one class at most,
waiting on replies from those whom you love,
or even worse...
going home to a broken home,
living under a roof of lies.
Lying to your parents about eating,
lying about keeping 'clean'.
It's hard,
and I hope no one knows.
Because no one cared.
As life goes,
time goes by.
But I still won't know,
and my heart will die.
