My Thoughts

Pretending

Remember when life used to be so simple running in the yard with someone you claimed to know. But really how good did you know me? Did you see the scars under my sleeve on my wrists when I said I was ¨cold¨? Did you see the fake smile I had to put on my face to adapt and hide from the questions that you will take and turn it into someone you can blame and patronize? You look down to see my grave. you sob like we were best friends. But no we weren't. you had no idea who I was. we were strangers. And if we were ¨freinds¨ you would have said 3 simple words, are you okay? But no you just sat there ignoring the fact that I was in pain. At this point might as well just spit on my grave