THE TRUTH

Every thought in my head .. Makes me wish even more that i was dead. Sometime i feel like a juggling clown except instead of balls im juggling sharp razors and words . every millisecond of the day i feel as if i'm being torn apart as if i don't even have a beating heart. People always tell me im beautiful while others tell im nothing that im less than a speck of dust. Every night i wish that i would die everyday i wish that i was never awake. But for some reason i'm still here.