Dxesnt_Matter

I'm sick. Im sick of being told I'll be okay. Im sick of being told that I am nothing. I am sickOl of being told of that I'll never amount to anything. But, most of all, I'm sick of being sick.

I was told I need to smile more. That I looked pretty. I just laughed, while covering my mouth. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "If only you knew."

I give my heart out so easily. I don't know what I expect, but it gets broken every time. I think it's time to build more walls. Made of iron and stone. Not of glass, cotton, or nothing. It hurts so bad right now, I don't know...