I hate The Ways...

All alone I sit and silently die, no one will ever know these tears I cry. He thinks I am so happy when he sees this fake smile, never knowing inside I run and hide.

He thinks I am so pretty and so sweet, but he doesn't know why I cry and hate to eat. I smile and pretend every things Okay, but the truth is I die a little more everything.

Sitting alone in the dark room its raining outside, so I sit all alone and watch this world go by, wish it were me saying goodbye.

I hate the way I look, and that way I talk... I hate my body and feel like nobody. I hate the way he loves me, and the fact I can't see the woman that he loves and sees.

I dream one days of being the woman he sees and being me.