I'm sorry if I overreact a lot. I don't know how else to react. I hate to show it but the truth is I'm so broken. I have lost so much, I even lost how to be happy. The truth is, I'm still that nine year old girl crying on the porch. And I'm sorry if I laugh at the darkest things about my life, it's my coping mechanism. If I don't laugh, I cry. And I hate crying. I hate being transparent. I hate showing how broken I am. I hate what my life is. I hate every bad thing that's happened to me. I hate my fake smile. I hate my fake laugh. I hate that I'm so broken. I hate that I cry my self to sleep almost every night. I hate that I'm so fragile. Do you hate who I've become? Because I hate who I've become.
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Depressing Stuff
PoetryIn the title, mostly me just venting about life... I write all of these if it's not mine I'll say so *spelling corrections coming soon
