I'm Broken

Walk around with a smile but on the inside I'm frowning

Tell them I'm okay everyday but really I'm breaking

I'm Tired

They don't know it though

But the real question is:

Will they care if they did?

They don't understand what happened just a few months ago

They don't see that he is gone

Why did it have to be him?

Why did I leave and miss his last seconds?

I'm regretful

Why is it that people don't bother to look under the surface?

Why is it that people only worry about the looks?

Why is it that people only mess with the people they look good with?

Why is it that people think its okay to judge and bully?

I'm Irritated

When will I be able to look in the mirror without seeing something wrong

When will I be able to take a compliment and actually mean it when I say "Thank You"

When will I be able to love myself as much as other people do

I'm Insecure

We all have our flaws but I only choose to point mine out

We have all made mistakes but I only choose to remember mine

I'm Dwelling

I wasn't the only one who wasn't there

I wasn't the only one who didn't cry

I'm not the only one who still hasn't cried

I'm not the only one who is dying inside because of it

I'm Done