To be honest, I am the one who is forgotten. I am the one who will always be there for others and care for others, but no one seems to care for me. Maybe it's because I am so sheltered. I like keeping to myself, but there are too many things going on in my mind. At the same time I am killing myself with what is inside. I want to cry to let out the pain, but I am pretty sure my tears have dried. I want to stop but I can't. Why? Because I fear that those who I care for will miss me even though they don't know what I go through in my mind. They care about the little things. Oops I lied. Please, I only did it to stop you from getting in my head. Didn't do my homework. How could I? My only distractions are my head. I do things to distract the distractions in my head. This here, is not an excuse for my actions. It's an explanation.
