Sometimes all you can do is smile and move on with the day,
hold back the tears, and pretend you’re okay.
Sometimes I feel I could drop off the face of the earth.
It seems I do more harm than good & I don't know if it's
worth me loosing sleep over this
You know you’ve been hurt too many times when you
open your eyes and all you see is tears.
You say I’m always happy and that I’m good at what
I do but what you’ll never realize is that I’m a
damn good actress too.
You see her walking in the hallways, smiling and
laughing but you’d never guess she went home every
night and cried herself to sleep.
Sometimes I feel like no one cares. Sometimes I feel like no one is there. Sometimes I want to kill myself. Sometimes I think I need some help. Sometimes I feel like I’m alone. Sometimes I’m in an empty zone. Sometimes I feel like I’m not alive. Sometimes I wonder if I’m deprived. Sometimes I think the world should end. Sometimes I think I have no friends. Sometimes I want to make them see. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t me.
Sometimes I wonder who would miss
me if I were gone.
Sometimes it’s easier to pretend things are okay rather than face a difficult truth so we go through the motions, the rituals of everyday life. We hope the comfortable rhythms of familiarity will hold off the inevitable just a little longer, return things to normal, anything to buy us more time.
Sometimes you have to wonder who
would really care if they lost you.
Sometimes you just have to hold your head up high
and blink away the tears.
Strange how laughter looks like crying with no
ound and how raindrops look like tears without pain.
Tears are like kisses. The real
ones you can’t hold back.
There is only one rain cloud in the sky
and it's raining on me. Somehow I'm not surprised
There’s a good side to getting hurt a lot.
After awhile it just doesn’t bother you as much.
Things will probably come out all right but
sometimes it takes strong nerves just to watch.
This has gone on so long. I realize that I
need something good to rely on, something for
me. I’m young and I’m free but I get tired
and I get weak. I get lost and I can’t sleep.
Trying to reach out but when I would try to
speak out, felt like no one could hear me.
Wanted to belong here but something felt so
wrong here so I would pray I could breakaway.
Well I’m gonna get out of bed every morning; breathe in and out all day long. Then after awhile I won’t have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out and then after awhile I won’t have to think about how great and perfect I once had it.
When I was a little girl I used to go to the window and look at the caterpillars. I envied them so much because no matter what they were before they would eventually turn into these beautiful creatures and fly away completely untouched.
Why is it that when one tear falls you
can suddenly find reasons for every other
one that rolls down your face?
You know those moments when you totally don’t
wanna cry but you’re not quite sure what else to do?
