Hope You Still Feel Small When You stand Beside The Sea

You want me to be me for no one else can be,
But what is me?
There is nothing under the false smiles,
Just bitter unhappiness and pieces of where a little girl used to be.

I dont want this anymore,
What dont you want?
I dont want the air to keep the misery going,
I just want out.

"If you died I would miss you, "
"You wouldnt for long, you would get over it."
People cant understand that I just dont want to continue with this hell,
When Im gone it may hurt for a while but then forget.

"Youre an interesting mysterious person,"
"Im not, Im blatant."
There is nothing underneath, Im not real and theres nothing underneath
What you see now.

"What do you see in the mirror, when you look in it?
"No one worth knowing. "
The reflection shows me, an ugly, fat slag.
Explains the reason Im alone and why Im hate everything about me.

"So do you trust me"
"If Im honest then no, i dont trust anyone."
People let you down, intentionally or by accident,
I dont trust people to save me some pain.

*This is a conversation i had with a very smart person, that cares about me and sometimes thats the hardest thing to accept that you are wanted, God knows it is for me, is so much easier to hide away at a distance than to face people and be yourself.