I'm the girl you see at the store, mall walking around aimlessly, laughing loudly and obnoxiously.
But really I'm the girl who really just wants to double over and cry . . .
My friends come to me with all there problems, I give my best advice and they use it, then everything gets better.
But really I just want some one to give me advice.
I try to be the best daughter but sometimes I just have to go upstairs and slice into my arms.
My smile stays strong but my arms are red with the all blood that I cause . . .