Everyone sees me as the happy one. No one knows the real me. No one sees the tears at night. No one hears my heart breaking. No one sees the scars. Everyone thinks my life is great. But what they don’t know is I wish my life would end.
I never do anything right. Why do I even bother anymore?
For the first time in a long time I want to hurt myself.
What hurts the most is knowing you never cared for me like I care for you.