Tears rolling down my cheeks,
feeling worthless, useless and that no one cares,
not knowing that someone actually does.

Sitting alone in my bedroom,
thinking, thinking, over-thinking everything.
I realized something that I never have before,
thats only because I’d never thought anything of it.
What I’d realized was that my interest level
in things I used to be obsessed with,
are no longer enjoyed like they used to be.

Nobody knows what I’ve been going through,
that’s because I just fake a smile that everyone believes.
Behind that smile there is something............
..................the something is pain.
As a result, everyone thinks I am gleeful,
When actually,
I am completely broken inside.

With writing,
I’m able to express myself and no one has to see it,
nor do I have to share it,
WITH ANYONE.

People also don’t know how I really feel,
which is because you’re afraid if I told them,
they would accuse me of seeking attention.
But I’m not
and think,
its better to just keep to myself.

Or maybe they would think I was crazy,
even a freak.

All I want is ONE person,
ONE person who will ALWAYS be there for me no matter what.

I think that no one cares,
not noticing that someone actually does.