Sometimes . . .
Some times you have to stop caring.
You have to turn off all feeling to protect yourself from getting hurt.
You have to stop caring what other people think and just curl up.
Sometimes you have to hide it all not let anyone know how you feel or what you think.
You have to smile on and pretend everything is fine even if its not.
. . .
I just stop caring.
I turn off all feeling to protect myself from getting hurt.
I stop caring what other people think and just curl up.
I hide it all not letting anyone know how I feel or what I think.
I smile on, cough up fake laughs and pretend everything is fine even though it's not.
. . .
I just to stop caring.
Because no one else does.
I turn off all feeling to protect myself from getting hurt.
Because people find pleasure in my pain.
I stop caring what other people think and just curl up.
Because there's nothing else I can do.
I hide it all not letting anyone know how I feel or what I think.
Because no one cares to think of me, of my thoughts.
I smile on, cough up fake laughs and pretend everything is fine even though it's not.
Because it never is.
Because it never will be.
Becuase my breath is a waste of air.
Because my laughs are appalling.
Because my smiles mean nothing.
. . .
Because my verryexistents is pointless . . .
