no1 understands what its like being me, they think they do but they dont. I cant say i kno what other people feel cuz i dont, and frankly, im sick of people saying “oh i kno what you mean”, or “i kno how you feel” CUZ YOU DONT! no1 c’s what i go through when i go home everynite…
every1 things “oh she has it gr8” but i dont trust me on this…i try to hide all the pain that i go through by the smiles that i wear.. but when i go home. almost everynite i cry myself to sleep.. and this is tru… i hate coming home at nite cuz this life is hell.. i hear yelling, i always get into fites w/ my brother, usually they end up in me gettin hurt, and then i lock myself in my room…. i always get yelled at cuz “im out to much” well if my parents new what i went through, they would.. hopefully.. understand why i hate being w/ them…i try to help others cuz i think i can help them w/ it.. & usually, i can, but no1 ever asks me how i am feeling, if im okay… no1 can c the pain in my eyes.. and its all becuase of my disguise… i hide everything by my smile, by my laugh, i do everything to try n hide my pain.. but sumdays i just need to brake down and cry… usually i dont cry infront of my friends.. becuase i dont want them a part of this madness.. but just sumdays, it comes out..no1 can help me and thats what gets me mad the most.. no1 knos where i come from emotional wise so they CANT help… but i just hope that oneday sum1 will b able to c the pain in my eyes, even when i AM smileing, and even when i AM laughin.. i just want sum1, who can admit they dont nko what its like being me but they still want to find a way… until that day does come, i will still hide my pain through my disguise…
This may not b “dark” or w/e you would say.. but it just needed to b said