people see me
but they don't see me
they see a wall that I've painted to fool everyone
hard as steel but can break in an instant
if you showed me even the slightest bit of interest
they see an Instagram perfect soul
not a corrupt and broken one
they see my face
but not the pain that lies an inch behind my tear torn eyes
they don't see my missing puzzle pieces
or jar of tears
they see my happy spells
and fake smiles
no one has ever looked at me and got it
it, ya know?
oh wait
you don't
never have they tried to keep me safe
protect me from.....everything
my emotions and mind
I'm a maniac that people are to afraid to save
I mean why would they?
what's the point of saving someone who doesn't want to live anymore
but I want to be saved
I want to be held and sheltered from..
myself and the thoughts I have
About the Creator
sadvintage thoughts
sad is basically everything about me & this page :/
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