People say that I only care about my self.
I stop crying in front of people because
you said it made me look
Weak.
I stopped talking about my problems because
You said it made me an
Attention Whore.
I told everyone that I'm fine because
You said that
Nobody cares.
And that's true.
I tried to ask so mainly people for help.
None of them cared.
Not even the person who I said was my best friend.
Your all better than me.
I know.
Your pretty.
I'm not.
Your smart.
I'm not.
Your talented.
I'm not.
So stop telling me to be fucking proud of my self.
If I have nothing to be proud of.
To be honest,
Your the selfish ones.
You all have what you need.
I don't.
I could be what I wanted to be.
An author.
A lyricist.
A pianist.
I was told to work hard.
But it's hard to do that when everyone criticizes what you do
All
The
Time
And never
Ever
Supports you.
Or tells you that you did well.
Or tells you that you are really good.
Or compliments you.
Despite knowing how broken I am,
Despite knowing how close I am to committing suicide,
They continue to brush it aside.
Like I don't matter.
Like all the scars that I have are just for attention.
Like I fake all the tears.
Like I lied about my bullying.
I feel pain too.
I'm not as emotionless as you think.
I want to work hard.
But you all work hard for someone.
I have no one.
No one to help me.
No one to guide me.
No one to support me.
I need some one though.
But who would bother?
And don't say that you will.
Because you brush me aside all the time.
You never know.
Maybe,
The next time you see me,
May be the last