I go through school like everything is fine. I keep my arms covered, scared that someone will find my scars of misery lying underneath my sleeves. You wonder what is wrong, why I keep to myself sometimes, why I look upset. But you think I'm fine, just tired. But what you don't know, is what I go through everyday, how much pain I keep bottled up. I watch my bestfriend fall in love with another girl, and I wonder "whyy can't I be the pretty one??" I'm not popular, my parents fight and yell at me. And when I'm locked up inside my room, all alone, I find my relief, through music, and a shiny blade. You wonder whyy?? But you'll never understand, but you'll understand one day, one day when I get tired of the misery, and end it all....</3
