I am happy
Everyday I have to drag myself out of be.
Everyday I have to remind myself not to be selfish.
Everyday I plaster on that smile you know so well.
Yes he hurt me, no he's not the reason I'm like this.
He's not the reason I want to die.
I always wanted to die.
He just tricked me into believing there was a reason to live.
I'm not some love sick teen, I am an adult.
I'm not foolish in thinking you need a man to be happy.
I'm a girl, who without the constant reminder of those reasons to live, I get tired of living.
I'm tired of being used, and tossed away.
I'm tired of being good enough only if it is a secret.
I'm tired of the lies.
I'm tired of those who pretend to care.
I'm Tired of living.
But I make myself remember...
I live for my mother, who fights cancer to be with me.
I live for my father, who never knew what a family could be.
I live for my brother who fights depression, and bullies.
I live for my friends who make me happy to have been parts of their amazing lives.
Even that doesn't seem to matter.
What stops me? My cowardice, so I must want to live. right?