Hold On Till May // Ashton Irwin a.u.

They criticize me, but seem to forget that they're the ones who raised me.

They think what they say is funny, but don't understand that it hurts me.

They try to help, but don't know that I'm never going to get better, ever.

No matter what I do, I'm never good enough. I never have been, or ever will be.

It wasn't always this way. I used to smile. I used to laugh. I used to be able to be myself around people. Now my smiles are fake. My laughs are forced. And I pretend I'm happy, but on the inside I'm broken. Never to be the same again.

At least that's what I thought. Until I met Him.