She opens the door and rushes to her room, ignoring her mom who’s asking about her school day. She hides away so her mom doesn’t see her tear stained face. She looks in the mirror, but she doesn’t see her reflection looking back. She sees a mess, a monster. She starts to point out every imperfection she can see, this brings her to tears once again. “Get a grip,” she tells herself. ”this is pathetic, who cares what other people think?” she asks herself then replies silently, looking down, crying, ashamed, “I do, I care.” She holds back more tears, whips away the old and lets out a breath. “Only 3 years left till i’m done with these people” she thinks, this brings a smile to her face, “there. You always loved your smile.” She looks into the mirror, not looking away till she sees what she wants to see. “You’re beautiful” she tells herself. Then smiles and goes back downstairs to continue the day, unbroken.
She walked with a smile.
She laughed with joy.
She cared with her heart.
She loved with such hope
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She made others smile.
She made others laugh.
So many cared for her.
So many loved her.
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Everyone said she was happy,
they said she was joyful.
Everyone said she was so caring,
so full of love and hope.
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But no one knew,
what went on when she was alone.
She’s unhappy.
She’s depressed.
She’s hopeless.
and she feels so much hate.
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You thought she was happy,
but you didn’t know the truth,
till it was too late.
You see only darkness
and no one can tell.
You feel only sadness
and no one notices.
You hear all these voices
and no one understands.
You just want to give up
and no one cares.
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You’re always mad
and no one can tell.
You’re always hurt
and no one notices.
You’re always crying
and no one understands.
You’re always alone
and no one cares.
when i finally die you’ll all see, there really was a lot of pain built up in side of me.
(Source: unhappyly)
A butterfly on her wrist;
Replacing the blade,
the knife,
the cut.
Saving her from the pain.
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A sliver of hope to hold on by.
Love and care, shown through others eyes.
She would have died if not for there love,
they cared.
And so the butterfly held on with her.
That’s how it happens.
One moment,
and everything changes.
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The sadness,
the pain,
it screws with your brain.
It eats you.
Eats you up completely,
till it’s all you know.
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The sadness is home.
Home is where the heart is.
Can a heart really be sadness?
You have to find a way to survive,
in this home, that moment made.
