Just a teen girl. Just a few words. Just a day. Just a pen. Just a little magic.
I'm just tired of fighting for it. I'm just tired of caring so much. I'm just tired of wondering why. So now I'll stop fighting. I'll stop caring. I'll stop wondering.
You said you wouldn't forget me; Whispering that you needed me Through that time when I couldn't see See that I am now just a memory; Fading too quickly in your head.
I'm here. Do you not see me. I'm here. Do you not hear the desperation in every word left unspoken. I'm here. Do you not feel my presence; worn and anxious and praying for you to call my name.
She cries. No one listens. She hurts. No one sees the pain in her eyes. She smiles. No one knows that she's hiding the agony.
I don't know what I did Somehow your hate burns into my head. One day you're there The next day your gone Distant as the shores along the walls you've built up so tall. Blocking me out. Calling me...
The hardest part about not being okay is having to act like it..
At the end, when you're looking back instead of forward, you want to believe you made the most of what life gave you..