Heart

by Heather S.   Feb 9, 2005


The world does not see how people really are. The world does not see what lies behind the layers of skin. Every person has a part of their body or life in which they are not happy about. Mine is my heart, it is very dark an always filled with anger and sadness. It is dark because the way people around me make me feel. I'm never good enough for my parents, never hot enough for the cute guy and I'm never the friend a friend deserves. Sometimes I feel everyone else life would be better if my heart stopped beating. If the beating stops the hurting inside will stop and the pain will go away.

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