Everyday,
i say,today is going to be better.
there will be no more tears for me,
and i will tell you what i have to say.
but when i see you, my words are stuck
beneath my breath,they wont come out, and it makes me more depressed.
it pushes me further into myself,so i have to hide inside and fake a smile so you don't see it.
i run to my room and hide beneath the cover.
with tear stained eyes,i write this.
praying to god,that my words Will be heard,
and my pain will end.
but until then,
i cry and pray,
that tomorrow will be,
A BETTER DAY FOR ME.
