she seems strong. tough. like she can take anything anyone can ever say or do to her. she always laughs, and seems to be happy.
when in fact,
she's broken. crushed. she can't take everyone asking if she's okay. she cries her heart out while no one is watching, and sits all alone in a corner.
surrounded by dark, with a knife and her wrist.
not to impress you, not to make you care.
so that she can feel some other pain then the hartachel he put her threw.
and all she can simply say,
is i love you.
always have,
always will. </3