Each day goes by as I lie here dead inside with hands shielding my eyes trying so desperately not to cry when people ask how are you I give a fake smile and say F.I.N.E this is where the line ends a voice inside screaming those are your best friends they always promise that they would be there until the end but how I respond is how the **** can I tell i have been back stabbed over and over again why can't this walk through hell come to an end.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC
Each day goes by as I lie here dead inside with hands shielding my eyes trying so desperately not to cry when people ask how are you I give a fake smile and say F.I.N.E this is where the line ends a voice inside screaming those are your best friends they always promise that they would be there until the end but how I respond is how the **** can I tell i have been back stabbed over and over again why can't this walk through hell come to an end.
