What even is the point of this? Honestly, look me in the eye and tell me.
You think this is fun do you? Ignoring my pain as if I’m nothing too?
I guess I’m not strong when it comes to words at all,
I stutter, I panic and I fear what comes out of my mouth.
Written words on paper and text that appears in front of me,
only can tell me the truth behind this artificial smile.
I’ve became a ghost of a girl, a girl who was somewhat beautiful.
Yet I saw none of the sweetness you had told me.
I don’t understand why I can’t see the positivity,
you scream at me and tell me, for **** sake, see ME.
I can’t bare screaming, the screeching within my heart.
You want me to love you, well honestly, ******* let me love you.
You broke my sweet self into millions of pieces, by forcing your opinions,
down my throat like poison.
You wanted me to smile at myself, then you should have gave me,
the reasons to form those smiles instead of screaming at me.
You want me to smile then I will carve it into my skin,
you can not force my emotions out of my heart.
You said you loved me dearly, yet you betrayed me.
You forced a drink down your throat with a party over me.
I thought you wanted to hold me tightly and kiss me too,
but when I discovered another was better, he left alongside you.