I lay in bed alone at night and wonder why I'm here.
I do so much for everyone.
Why don't they show they care?
I met this boy who said he loved me,
something I haven't heard in so long.
he just used me
what a ride he took me on.
There is so much hurt I feel, so much anger trapped inside.
Sometimes I wish my dad were here, but to me he's not alive.
I have no one to talk to.
These drugs seem to be the only way.
Turns out it's a lie just like the smile I put on each and every day.
I know outside I'm smiling; it's the face I fake for you,
But inside my soul is crying and there is nothing I can do.
I know my family hates me.
I'm one of their decisions that was poor.
I'm sick of feeling like this walked on rug thrown upon the floor.
I lay in bed and wonder what the hell I'm doing here.
Can I wake up from this dream?
Can I just disappear