| | She has everything and more, yet she still breaks down in tears at night. I guess Slowly but surely, drowning in a depression that I didn;t want to realize I was in. I never told a soul. I smiled. I laughed. I joked She sits in the corner singing herself to sleep… wrapped up in promises that no one seems to keep Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs. On the outside it looks like nothing is wrong. but, every damn breath hurts And I’m that crooked little heart you drew in the corner of your paper in second grade. The one that got scribbled out because it wasn’t quite good enough She’s all alone again, wiping the tears from her eyes. Some days she feels like dying, some days it’s not worth trying… she gets so sick of crying…. Sometimes I lay awake at night and ask, “where have I gone wrong?” Then a voice says to me, “This is going to take more than one night How can I fix my life when I don’t know where I went wrong? I’m the girl who tries so hard to throw the blade away, but keeps going back it it, every time the scars fade the only antidote to mental suffering is physical pain People ask me if I believe in forever… I just laugh because the way I’m feeling, I don’t even believe it tomorrow know a girl with cuts on her legs… I think she hates the way she was made She screams in her pillow for a better tomorrow If this is living, how come I never feel alive? She’s going through an emotional hurriciane inside, but nobody knows
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