venting.

.

I wanna cry.
But a voice calls out
"Stop being weak!"

It's me.
I take deep breaths and smile.
Pretending my life is good.
I've told you my problems.
But it doesn't seem to be anything but me complaining to you.

So, I'm sorry.
Sorry for wasting your time.
Sorry for being dumb.
Sorry for everything I've done.
I know people care.
But in reality.
Nobody cares.
Nobody cares about what you think.
Nobody cares about what you feel.
Nobody cares about you.
Or
Maybe that's just my fucked up mind.
Full of gore and sin.
Maybe.
Just. Maybe.
Somebody will understand this feeling.
This, trapped feeling.
When you wanna cry.
But you can't.
When you wanna speak.
But you can't.
When you wanna live.
But you don't.
Ugly
Stupid
Fat
Psychopath
Emotional
Mental
Lazy
Weird
Spoiled.

These my friends are true.

Beautiful
Smart
Skinny
Perfect
Angel
Princess
Cool
Energetic.

These are lies.
I'll enjoy these lies while I can.

Just don't lie like my family does.
Please.