Story of my life…
the story of my life is one hidden well. Words that no one knows but me. What they see is the front cover and the words the lye within are oh so different than the outer appearance. The pain written along the pages hidden beneath a shadowing front. The one they all believe is true but dont realize once its pushed away the cuts run deep. The pain within is a silent torture every minute of every day, always in the back of my mind. Hiding behind my eyes only to be discovered by me every time i try and forget. If only there was someone who would listen, let me cry on their shoulder. Cause my family wont.
