i am so many different people. i have no clue who the real me is. i fit so many fake personalities but which one is really me? i am sweet, i am a bitch, i am the funny girl, the girl who never shows any pain, the one most people love, the suck up, the attention whore, “the sweetest bitch youll ever meet.” but i think i am going to start showing my pain. if someone doesnt approve then they can go fuck off. i am a person, i hurt too. im not always strong and happy like you all see me. only two people on this planet know all about me and all that i feel and that i go through. most people are too scared to show their pain…i hide mine with laughter and fake smiles. not anymore…but you see, i have been this fake girl for so long and changing suddenly might hurt a few people. i am sorry in advance. accept me the way i am, please.
behind every closed door someone has cuts and brusies. they ,ight be on the heart of an old man or the wrist of a misunderstood teenage girl. but either way they are there. they wont leave. you can either ignore them, or embrace them and fact that its apart of life and proves that youre alive…you know what they say—we bleed to know we’re alive.