Secret Friday Night She was tired of this long long week. She smiled like never, but she didn't really meaned it. She was faking smiles, everytimes. It was a friday night, she came back home from school with a big headache. She was tired. Tired of her #life, and just tired cause she didn't sleep well the last night. She passed the whole evenning in her room, reading a love story; the only way to escape her world and feel a bit of hapiness for a moment. She could escape her family, her friends, and every little problem. But once she stops reading, all her problems come back, and one more: the feeling of being unwanted. The love story was far from her #life, the reality. And she always wished that a guy could come alone and love her. But this friday night was different. This friday night was the night she felt the worst, so this friday night, she cried herself to sleep... And no one ever know.

Sadness She's a failure of #life screaming help me, but no one ever heard it. People avoid her look because they're scared. Scared to be worthless like her. She's the one no one will ever love and the one everyone want to go away. But she really needs help, but no one ever took a look, and she's screaming help me with her eyes. Cause when it comes from her lips, everyone think she wants attention. But she don't. She just want to be okay for a moment. She wants help. Every night, she thinks it's her last. And then she starts to think about some rare people that would care if she died. She continues to live in this freaking hell just for them. But really soon, she will break down and decide it's her last minute of #life, her last sigh. You will have remorse, and it's only at this moment you'll understand the message she was once sending with her eyes full of sadness. She only needs help. But it's too late.

Time It's a question of time. You made me smile. You made me cry. I loved you and i hated you. I found you beautiful and I found you ugly. You loved me and you hated me. I hated myself too, don't worry. Hate myself? Yeah, I've tried to end it all. Memories. They're the reasons i'm still breathing. Breathing. It gets harder everyday. Everyday. It's a mess and I hate it. Hate. Myself and my #life. Myself. I don't know anymore. Anymore. I don't want to live no more. Live. What's that shit. Shit. It's my #life. #life? Ending soon. Behind each smile, there's something untold, something that no one will ever understand. Behind each word, there's a secret that will soon be gone forever with the person. And behind every thought, there's this image of everything I made wrong. Wrong will be gone, gone is myself. And now it's a question of minutes.. Of seconds.