Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh, I'm falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, the girl I am....Isn't me.
Cause fucking up takes practice, and I feel I'm well rehearsed
Every morning you wake up and put on a fake smile...but what if one morning you didn't? Would anyone notice?
I'm tired of being nice to people who don't give a shit about me.
I'm just a fucked up girl living in a fucked up life in a fucked up world. Welcome to where being me is -*never enough*-
You don't understand me and you never will. So don't start that shit about knowing how I feel.
I'm going to smile... and make you think I'm happy... I'm going to laugh... So you don't see me cry... and even if it kills...I'm going to smile
My life is full of empty promises and broken dreams. I'm hoping things will look up, and right when they do, there's always something to fuck it up, and we're back at square one.
People think she's so strong... because she [pretends] nothing is wrong.
Tears have come and tears have gone. My emotional torment still lives on. The scars right here upon my wrist, are what have helped me get through this.
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