Alone

Alone,
Alone with my computer, sitting on my room.
Looking for things, I should can do.
Listen to my favorite band, thinking of the day.
Why does it happends, like this way?
Can I be beautiful, can I be happy.
Can I be the girl you want to see, not so sadly.
But I am who I am, I can't change myself.
Times flies, and it's already twelve.
I stand in my room, and look at the scars on my wrist.
Why am I here, why do I exist?
I put off my clothes, and take a warm shower.
Not for ten minutes, more than a hour.
My mother comes and asks if I'm okay.
Yes, I'm okay mom. That is what I say.
I'm lying, she didn't know.
And I start to cry, not so loud but in my own.
Nobody knows how I feel everyday.
Nobody cares, but that's okay.
I make it on my own, I can handle it.
I can deal with it, my entire life is bullshit.

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