Dying.

I hate. My cold. It's like a hangover. 

Lots of people think im stupid.

I know Im dense. 

But I understand lots of things other people don't.

I wanted to take overdose this morning.. I'm awful.

Hah.

I smile and pretend like nothing is wrong. 

When deep inside it hurts, knowing that everything is fake.

When I know that, the people that I want the closest, are farther away then before.

And it kills me inside, how I can't do anything. 

It hurts me how, no one is by my side. How I always gotta be on my own. Do everything by myself. 

Crying at night, drying the tears in the morning and going to school happy. 

Its tearing me up inside because of HIM. He has me thinking of him everyday. When I remember all the memories, and I wish to spend more time with him. But, he's farther away than ever. 

I accept that he'll never love me. I just wish, someone would come along, and take my broken heart, and fix it. Someone to lend me a hand, understand, and love me. In return, giving my love to them. Trusting them. But I know, such a thing is a fairy tale. So I just sit alone. 

I live in my own World. No one has ever entered it. I wish, that someone would come and knock on those gates and come inside. Too bad.. 

I don't cut myself anymore, I just keep crying. Everything is fake. When will it be real.. 

Because everyone already has someone else, and I'm the only one without someone. It hurts. It really does, tearing me up inside. I guess I'll just deal with what I got. And Bleed. And Cry.