Dear, Alot of people. I wrote this letter to tell you that......

I want to believe.
That my feelings are unjustified.
That I'm in the wrong.
I know that I'm not.

It hurts when I'm trying to help.
Dry up your overdramatic tears.
Then you blame me.
For what? Breathing wrong.

I'm pretending to laugh.
So you can't see my tears.

I refuse to acknowledge.
I'm just to nice.
For my own darn good.
So I hurt for others joy.

I love you to much.
To tell you what's wrong.
No offense to anyone.
But can you just shut up.

I'm pretending to sleep.
So you can't see my tears.

I let you run me over.
All the flippin time.
I help you cross the street.
Just to get thrown under the bus.

I sleep it off to forgive myself.
I try...