Happy?
How am I suppose to be so called "happy"
when all I wanted,
all I needed,
all I had,
is now gone.

there once was a girl,
alone in a world,
filled with neglect and hatred.
she learned to use that neglect and hatred on herself.
she ripped her wrists like it was paper every night.
and cried a river till the sun would rise.
she looked in the mirror and did not recognize
the beauty and love she had this whole time.
there once was a girl.

I just want you,
but you didn't try.
you just said bye.
and left me all alone.
alone with nothing but a broken heart and a mask.
a mask to hide all my sadness.
and a broken heart leaning towards any guy that tells me I'm beautiful,
only to be broken once again.
but after every broken heart,
it all comes back to you.
the one guy who truly broke my soul.

I cant eat,
I cant sleep.
you are running through my mind.