L o n g b u t w
o r t h t h e r e a d
.
I'm called pretty and
beautiful.
(But really i feel hideous and i
want to look like her.)
I'm popular and
happy.
(But really I'm sad and
don't have a best friend.)
I'm flirty and
outgoing.
(But really I'm shy and
that's all i was taught to do.)
I'm smiley and get all the
guys i want.
(I'm hiding the pain trying to
get him to notice me.)
I have nice clothes and my hair is always
perfect.
(I buy my clothes with my own money
and i try to hard.)
My Mum is pretty and
kind.
(But really she hits me and tells me
I'm useless..)
I have had lots of
boyfriends.
(I take after my Mum.)
I'm always helpful and sort
problems.
(But i can only do that because
I'm used to it at home.)
I'm nice to the weird
kids.
(I know how they feel because my
sister has aspergers syndrome.)
Think before
you judge someone, you don't know their
story.
Sorry guys,
just venting.
The cuts
on my wrist are so deep,
My secret is getting
harder to keep.
My smile, it may fool a
few,
But I need to become
someone new.
This broken heart needs to
be mended,
This torn spirit needs to
be defended.
My Faith right now is
shaking,
and overall,i feel like
breaking.
My
smiles are limited, not alot can be shared,
This little girl, she had once
cared.
But now she doesn't,
she just can't anymore,
You can tell by the
razor blades all over the floor.
Many say that she
could do way better,
But one knows from
a suicide letter.
^DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN.^
If your still reading,
I Love You.