how much more of this can i possibly take?
could this be reality? or is it all fake?
i sit on the floor watching my friends and family slowly drift away.
why can't today just be a happy day?
you wonder why i dont smile,
yet, did you ever think that i might not have had a "perfect" life as a child?
it has come to the point where nothing can redeem my happiness from this over whelming depression
just please, hurry and end this horrible session
do you even stop to wonder why i cry?
or wonder why i say there is something in my eye
i have dulled so many razors thinking of you,
thinking about the things that you do
my arms are like my journal,
i cut in all the pain that you have caused me that day
if i didn't know you, i would be a different person
unlike now, laughter and happiness would come naturally,
instead of faking it actually.
you hurt me.
everyday.
is it fun to see me like this?
or do you even notice?
you hurt me.
every day.
