How do you know if you’re really living? All I can feel and see are the people around. Not knowing what’s really happening. I wish it was so easy to say I love you but I get nothing. I feel alone, not wanted or cared about. I thought about so much that I did not think I would ever think of because my life seamed so well. I thought about a life not being here, would they ever care. My mind is so messed up. I’m watching everyone live there life’s. I’m looking the cut that is there the little blood that’s poring out. I think it is nothing just a little blood in a place that no one ever sees. They think I’m so happy but all they can see is the mask that’s on my face. I want to tell you I love you and I know you wouldn’t even care. I keep getting asked if I’m ok all I do is put a smile on and say I’m good. They don’t even know close to the truth. What’s happening to my life, it’s not how it was so much is different and I don’t even know that it happened. It’s all too fast all I could do is watch from the outside. I’m all alone nothing matters anymore all I want is to be loved. All that is left is a scar that no one knows about but me. All the tiers that have been pored on one saw one drop. The life everyone knows is a cover up “a mask†so that they won’t worry or wonder. The life I have now I don’t know. The tiers are being pored with the scar I only know.
