Why did they feel like leaving?
They were my structure,
It took me a while but I fell,
And had no one to rebuild me.
I cried at night.
For those who never loved me,
Those who hurt me,
And those who hurt themselves.
I had to act.
I role-played my way through freshman year.
How did I hold my head high,
When I wanted to die?
How did I not cry in front of my friends?
I know I can be happy,
But how did I get through that?
When I felt so alone?
And when I the only reason I stayed,
Was so others would.
I saw more for them than myself.
I wanted to leave,
To get away from my life,
Everyone still sees me as strong.
But I am broken.
I need to leave.
Maybe not for good.
Because of the ones who stayed.
And the ones who see it.
I have had "happiness" before.
And it broke me again.
And again.
Now,
I don't even know how I still trust it.
