You come home from school and
Wipe Away That Fake Smile,
you throw yourself onto your bed and blast that H e a r t B r e a k playlist you have.
You bawl your eyes out until you literally can't
breathe X because X your X sobs X are X so X hard.
You pull yourself up and force yourself into the most comfortable
sweats you have and when you walk past the mirror
you see that make-up streamed down your face and all you think is why you.
You think you're never going to be good enough
and you're never going to be pretty enough.
So you just plop [back down] on you're bed and cry for what seems like days.
When you finally stop you don't want to move, it hurts to much.
It hurts to breathe, it hurts to blink, it hurts to think. Everything hurts