I’m the girl who tries to be nice to everyone then gets taken advantage of. I’m the girl who tries to look pretty and it’s never good enough. I’m the girl who acts like she’s happy then goes home and wishes to be gone. I’m the girl who takes harsh words, acts like they’re nothing, then goes home and cries. I’m the girl who tries to get her point across and could never find the right words. I’m the girl who has more depth to her than everyone thinks. I’m the girl who hides from harsh eyes. I’m the girl who wouldn’t care if you gave me a ****** gift as long as you thought of me. I’m the girl who prays that someone will finally understand. I’m the girl who gets happy over the little things. I’m the girl that people misinterpret.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
Out of nowhere, it hits you.
I want to die. Or hurt something. Or feel something
Anything
But nothing happens so you're left in the pit that is sadness, darkness and hate.
It kreeps into your blood and never leaves you like ivy lacing it's stick thin fingers around trees and slowly killing them from the outside in.
But
This kind of pain is felt from the inside out and you hope on one sees or helps because you feel like you desever everything you get, everything is meant to happen for a reason.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 4:47 PM UTC