i
HATE it when people complain about gettin asked "whats wrong" all
the time.
I would LOVE for somone to ask that to me.
Then i would know that somone actually did care.
ANYONE,
i wouldnt care.
I would spill my whole life story out to a complete stranger,
Just to lift some of this burden off of my chest,
Just to know that im loved, wanted, and not alone.
But they dont see that side of me,
they see the girl who tries her hardest to make everyone else
smile.
Little do they know that she is dying inside.