When people are sad and think about things they apparently shouldn't.
People tell them 'go to sleep, tomorrow I'd another day, you'll wake up and you'll feel better.'
Yeah, tomorrow is another, of torture, sleeping might help you forget, but I always remember. I always tell myself, okay, if you still feel like this tomorrow, do something about it, tell someone out something. You can't go on like this anymore, then the thoughts get dark, disturbing almost.
Yeah, I'll wake up. But everything will still be sh!T, still the same @$$h0les, still the same lessons, still the same feelings, still the same people that let you down time after time.
Still the same people who lie to your face, thinking you don't know the truth, thinking that it won't hurt you, thinking you'll be ok, yet when someone else lures, top protect another person, it's like the committed a crime, like they did a bad thing. But when you lie, you think everyone believes you. Well, not me. I don't believe a word that you say, 'you'll be okay'. 'I'm here for you'. LIE. LIE. LIE. Stop Lying!
Everything is still the same.
Still the same smile, hiding everything.
Still the same fake laugh.
Still holding back bursting into tears, over stupid things that mean nothing to everyone.
Still the same people thinking you mental.
Still the same people thinking your okay, like nothing is wrong and nothing has ever happened to you, that when your sad, they tell you to be happy, or you'll never find anyone that will live your and you'll be alone forever.
How can you tell me to 'Be Happy'.
And I'm happy as soon as you say it?!
It's like telling someone to stop loving someone they've known all their life, their parents. And as soon add you say it, they don't love them anymore.
Do you know what that's like?
How can you tell someone to stop feeling something and add soon as you say it, they do?
What the hell?!
Well, I guess I'm going to Hell.
I wonder what it would be like, if it exists.
I don't know where I'd rather go.
Yay! R.E tomorrow, I swear our teacher is obsessed with death, or its just on the time table.
Yay! My favourite topic.