The whole idea of it makes me feel like an erupting volcano,
not of anger but of sadness.
Tears will flow down my face like lava flows down a volcano
not knowing when it will stop.
I keep trying to tell someone,so they could help me
but no one seems to care.
In my head I go over all these questions like,
Isn't he suppose to love us?
I thought he cared?
Why isn't he putting us first?
How could he leave us and not talk to us for months?
Everyone thinks i'm okay,
they think I am the same happy person I have always been
but i'm truthfully not.
I'm too caught up in wanting it to end,
that I can't think straight.
No one can see it,
I hide behind happiness that isn't even real.
While she's still there hiding behind lies,
lies that tore a family apart,
lies that broke a girl.