The Story Of A Sad Girl

I must be pretty talented,
I must be pretty smart,
Because I make people believe,
That everything is okay with me,
When its really not.

I wipe away my tears,
And put on a smile,
And everyone thinks I'm happy,
But they don't know,
I cry myself to sleep at night.

I wish I could be someone else,
Someone who is pretty,
Who everyone likes,
And wants to be around,
But I'm not, I'm only me.

I'm not good enough for anyone,
No one wants to be my friend,
Everyone hates me,
They all push me away,
They all tell me to go die.

It's so hard living in this world,
With no one by my side,
No one caring about me,
So why am I still here?
Why didn't I take my own life yet?

I wanna pull the trigger,
I wanna hang the rope,
But when I'm almost to that point,
I think of why I held on so long,
And I let go of what I was gonna do.

Copyright © March 06, 2006 - Kristina M