How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past

anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected

i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken

It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination

I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so

my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up

people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself