All I do is cry.
Tears flowing down my face, I try so hard to run and hide.
Nobody likes a girl who cries over something she can't justify.
I'll stay in this corner until these stupid tears subside.
I hope one day, these welled up eyes will be dried.
Because maybe then you'll take me more seriously when I tell you, " I don't feel fine".
All you do now is roll your eyes
And I watch you wonder
What's she crying about this time?
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Journal of a teenager
Teen FictionMainly a Journal/Diary W/ recommended music or things that say what I sometimes can't in my own words here and there
