I smiled when I would rather cry.
And when I felt the pressure on my chest,

"It’s fine," I lied.

But is it my fault for hiding,
or is it their fault for making me hide?

It depends on who is looking;
whether a picture is truly true,

The picture can be a lie when looked at by someone
who has a different view

Hate me all you want
I’m okay with that

what breaks me is when you lie
and do it with your voice completely flat.

Show me some emotion,
show me that I’m worth it

Don’t just turn your back
and say "I think that we should quit."

Happy Birthday, my dear mother,
your smile makes me as happy as one can be,
there are no words that I could use,
to describe how happy you make me.

I cried whilst writing this,
but I cried with a smile on my face,
because you’re so special to me,
my heart reserves for you a place.

You are the cause of my happiness,
the source of my laughter
you make every day worth living
you are my happily ever after.

There’s just no one else like you,
you are unique - in every way
and I want you to know
that I really mean what I say

when I say that I love you
I really do love you.

You are so strong,
and when you hold me, you make me calm
your embrace is so warm

I love you, mom.

I close my eyes and pray.
Always in the night.
I pray, even though I know,
it’ll never be alright.

I continue to pray,
I clasp my hands and hope.
I pray as if I’ll get an answer
as if there’ll be an upturn to this *****

I pray, and I pray
but even when I pray,
even when I wish,
it never feels okay.

I breathe,
but sometimes I wish…

I see,
but sometimes I wish…

I live,
but sometimes I wish…

sometimes I wish I didn’t…