Why should I even try,
If everything I do makes me cry?
I'm all alone,
Left behind with no one to love.
Sadly I'm giving up.
I've ran the race... I've lost
I've been down the road time, after time, after time, after time...
and every time I get to the end,
there is two doors,
just two...
two that I have to decide which of the two I have to take...
One holds the prize,
One holds Dissapointment, Anger, Fury, Depression, and a lot of Crying.
One can deliver me from all that makes me sad,
One takes me to it.
and everytime I get to the end of the road,
I have to choose,
and I can't go back...
Never once have I gotten the chance to see what the prize was,
Because everytime I get to the end of the road,
Its the same two doors,
the same two choices...
but I will never know what is on the other side of the other door...
Sometimes I think they both hold the misery and pain,
that we endure day after day...
Only a handful of us are truly happy...
the others, never find the prize...
So I have chosen this time not to even journey down the road...
I'm giving up.
I will not smile, I will not supress into happiness...
yet I will not get depressed, I will not cry...
As much as I want to...
I will not show the emotions that build up day after day...
All they see is the smile...
The smile that reflexively falls upon my face, day after day...
They see I'm happy right?
I don't know if they do.
They see the smile,
thats all that matters...
What's on the outside...
Your facial expressions,
Your beauty...
Your Body...
Thats all that matters to them...
To the media,
To the world...
That all that matters,
Your body on the outside...
No one cares what you feel, What you THINK...
No one... All they care about is money...
All they care about is how pretty you are,
None of them care about what you feel on the inside, NONE of them.
They simply care about what they feel.
So yeah...
I never thought I would say it, yet I am...
I just give up...
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Love-moi, deteste moi. Quoi qu'il en soit je ne suis pas de soins.
Love-moi, deteste moi. Quoi qu'il en soit je ne suis pas de soins.
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Will you show the thorn in your side
to others to see the hurt it's doing?
It doesn't matter what others think. Your health is just as important as theirs. When you are fine, though, you should make sure others are too.