Im 15, I write to take stuff out of my mind or when I need to feel like someone is listening to me.
Just another day... Yes another day where I got to smile Laugh And deep deep inside slowly Die!
Dreamer. I must be a dreamer, Always in my own little world, Thinking everything is fine, When in reality everything is falling apart.
Stop I stopped trying so hard to be someone perfect, Some pretty, Nice, Well looking, Someone without imperfection. But at last I'd always end being me the true me with imperfections all over the place. I just stopped being perfect, and started being imperfect.!!
Behind A Fake Smile Heard but never listened. Thought but never spoked. Cried but never showed. Kept but never let go. Felt but never showed.
Am I... Am I truly the bad person?? Was it really me who didn't appreciated what we had.? But it's never about you always about me. Am I really the bad guy? Am I?
