Well things will happen, sometimes for the worst sometimes for the better.
Sometimes times you will be hated, or maybe its just that you think no one loves you.
You try so hard to understand why people feel they have to be cruel, scream your sorry let it ring off the walls but it just comes back to your ears.
Maybe theres days that you feel lonely in a room full of people.
Theres the nights your so scared that you wont wake up in the morning, but then theres the nights you dont want to.
People... oh the people that have no idea whats going on indside you, but they think they know enough to judge.
You'll turn to anything just to ease the slightest bit of your pain.
Many clear mornings you'll walk through a fog, because everything you try to make sence of looks like a blurr.
Stay in in your room lock the door and cry away the confusion. Convince your self that will help... but no... the tears dont stop.
Im trying to think of more than one way to make it stop.
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6 beautiful months 
