Would you look at me the same if you saw all my scars, if you knew all my pain?you wouldn't. I'm sorry I'm such a mess, I really am, because I love you and want to be who you want me to be. But you don't know the real me, and it's killing me.
Have you ever wanted to cry but no tears came out. So you just stare blankly into space while feeling your heart break into pieces? I'm sick of feeling this way. I'm sick of feeling at all. make it go away.