Hurting On the Inside
When I walk through the halls,
Everyone see’s a smile,
They hear a laugh
And think nothing of it,
Why wont you ask me what’s wrong?
I want someone to look through my lies,
And see that im dieing on the inside
Why cant people see the real me?
Why cant they see what’s wrong?
What if one day I go home and hurt myself,
And the next day im gone?
Would you even care?
Would you even shed a tear?
I just want someone to look through my lies,
And know that im hurting on the inside.
Copyright © Ashley Wisehart | Year Posted 2009
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