I am done
I have wasted so much tears
For the people who did not care
Do you love me?
Really?
Do you think i am ugly?
Don't look at me then
If you don't know me
Then don't judge me
Do you Think you know me?
You have no idea
People say,
"i am sorry, did my knife hurt your back?"
And i was like
*crying*
I always wanted to disappear
But more that disappearing
I wanted to be found
I am never a friend to most of the people
I am just an option
That's how i feel
Just because i don't say anything about
It doesn't mean i am not hurt
Why should everything hurt so much
Whenever i see the mirror
I ask myself, "why cant anyone love me"
"am i a disgrace?"
"am i a burden?"
The smile of mine
Is the best thing i have to hide every broken tear
If you have me as your friend
Don't let go
I cannot go through this again...