• I laugh to hide the endless cries for help.
    I smile to convince myself every thing is fine.
    There are days when I feel I can't continue.
    Days when my life seems to fall out of line.
    My surroundings begin to tumble down.
    Sooner or later I pass out on the ground.
    Finding it difficult to breath once more.
    I've thought of ways to end my life before.
    The constant nagging, the constant screams.
    The endless arguments and torture that haunts my dreams.
    My mothers displeasing words I loathe.
    My so called friend's jokes that hurt,
    Aching my heart continuously with each beat.
    I'm slowly surrendering into an inconsolable defeat.
    I'm not as pretty as other girls you see.
    I'm not as smart as the students in class with me.
    I'm not the best of the best anymore.
    Thus, I'm starting to feel like a worthless whore.
    Having no place, no importance, no meaning in life.
    What reason is there to continue living still?
    I'm just a good for nothing imbecile.
    The stress is beginning to build on my shoulders
    It's getting heavier and heavier to carry around.
    How much longer am I capable of keeping this up..
    Before everything demolishes and collides with the ground.
    I can't do this anymore.
    As my lonesome tears develop on the floor.
    My soundless cries become unnoticed.
    My muffled screams of rape unheard.
    As I'm being forced upon my will to do things,
    Reality suddenly seems absurd.