If only to saw the real me, you wouldn't think I was beautiful. If you watched me undress you wouldn't be staring at me, you'd be looking at the cuts along my thighs. You wouldn't admire me, you'd just see through me or stare at me with pity.

If I had an inch I'd give you a mile
If you were a frown I'd give you a thousand smiles
I'd give you the world if you asked
But all I want you to have is my heart

I'll write you a song if that's what you want
Then tear it all up if you don't
I'll show you my mind and give you my heart
Just promise you won't rip it apart

I want to know how you are
I want to know your heart and soul
Your voice is a work of art
I wish you could be mine to hold

I never could move on from your eyes
They'd haunt me wherever I go
Quitting isn't always so bad
When giving up on the impossible

Honestly I'd be crazy not to love you
Although the effect seems the same either way
I have dreams of spending forever with you
I wonder if you'd want to stay?

I used to always smile.
I was always so happy.

I loved life.
I really did.

I realized that people never liked me.
Not one bit.

They'd use me.
They'd ask me for answers and favors.
I was just a post to lean on when times got tough.

I was never their "go-to" person.
I was their last resort.

I realized that I didn't like living like that.
I cried.

They asked me if I was okay.
Not because they cared, but because it made them look good.

I was a charity case.
A thing that they could use to their advantage.

"This isn't like you. Where's the girl I know?"
How could they ask that?
They didn't bother to learn a thing about me.

A smile came back.
Not mine, but one did.

It was forced.
No one could tell that it was.

I used to smile until my face got sore.
The smile was big enough to hide my true self.

If you took one look at my eyes,
You can see sadness, pain, and longing.

They didn't bother.
They were ashamed to talk to me anyway.

The smile was forged, a fake made from gold.
The next time you smile, think.
Is it real or is it your cover?

Depression isn't when you know
That everything around you
Is going wrong
and you feel sad,
Depression is when you know
That everything around you
Is going right
And you still feel you sad.