I love writing. It takes my mind off of everything that is going on. It let's me tell my story without speaking the words... |
I lack that self confidence that everyone needs.
I lack that belief that I can succeed...
It's something I can't explain.
I can't seem to find the right words...
Drowning in the memories.
Caught up in the lies...
The rumors, they cut deep into my scarred flesh,
Like the one where you went out with me because of...
I have a perfect little picture
Inside of my twisted little mind...
Something is terribly wrong,
I can feel it deep inside...
Im not your little angel anymore mom,
I haven't been for years...
My problem in life that I am desperate to change
Is that I care for people who never do the same...
I used to pray that I would eventually get better,
To avoid having to write my suicide letter...
Don't set your hopes high, darling,
For they all crash and burn...
I can't keep on living this lie |
I hate it when people ask me if I'm ok expecting to hear the truth, but they never do...they never will.. |
I may be smiling on the outside, |