People are always impressed
On how I'm being anxious and stressed
I can't pull out all hair
But they didn't care
Pain is my bestfriend
Sadness is my companion
Cutting myself is my habbit
And crying is my only solution to be strong
Being alone is good
But being belong to a group is really good
Where I can share my problems and drama's
And to whom I can count on
I'm aloof of people
I always lock myself in cage
I'm afraid to judge by the people around me
I always keep silence and I have low confidence
I'm a mess
My friends are countless
My family are careless when it comes to me
I have so many thoughts but I think those thoughts are useless
