I'm slowly dying, drowning and I don't think anyone care or notices. As long as I act like I'm ok and say the right then they think I'm fine. But I'm not. I'm struggling to breathe. I'm so broken why can't anyone see that. No one knows the real me. No one knows the girl who cries herself to sleep every night. Listening to the lullabies filled with hate. The blades carving out the numbness. The scarlet liquid that spells out "I'm broken!" The fake bright smile that screams. "I WANT TO THIS PAINTO END!"
