I didnt want to admit that it was easier to lie, to hide the hurt and emptynes, to smile instead of cry...

She used to be happy, she used to be fun, she used 2 see the good in everything, now shes depressed, a lost soul. Now that beautiful smile will never rise again. She looks different now, shes dark. Maybe you havent noticed but its all your fault

I must be a pretty good liar for you tp honestly think everything is o.k.a.y...

People ask me why its so hard to trust people...?
and i ask them why its so hard to keep a promise...?

I remember when..gettinghighmeant swingingona playground..the worst thingu couldget fromaboy wascooties..whenurworst enemieswereursiblings..whentheonly raceissueswaswhoranthefastest..when warwasacardgame..but thethingirememberthe mostiswanting 2growup

I wanna be remembered as the girl who always smiled,even when her heart was broken…
the one who could brighten up your day,even if she couldn’t brighten up her own.

Best friends can see the hurt in your eyes,
when everyone else is fooled by your smile.

She finally lets go of her fake smile,

the tears slowly roll down her face as

she whispers in the mirror…

“I don’t want to be me”

I used to be so strong, never used to cry, never told a lie, never fell so hard....

Im sick, not the stay home from school kind of sick oh no this is much worse...im love sick...