It always manages,
somehow someway,
My day never goes okay.
Its always persuade,
In a bad way </3
Ever since Birth, It was never meant to be.
Sometimes ; I cry, I cut, I want to die.
I scream, I fake my smiles, I took anti-depressants, I'm a disgrace to family
I push people away when I let them get in to close.
I build walls to block people out and hide my feelings.
I have my whole life a head of me, but yet I'm still ashamed
of the person I've become.
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