Why is it that when we know our life is falling apart we display our most cheerful smiles? Or why is it that when we wish we were dead, we laugh the loudest. Is it a feeble attempt to hold on to the glorious life we once knew? The smiles that outsiders take for heart felt cheerfulness, are so much more than they know. The jovial laughs that others cherish to listen to are covering the tracks of the misery ripping us apart from the inside out. As our tormented souls perish, the weak smile is the last thing left on our faces. The hearty laugh is the last thing that can be heard as the lights fade and we are hurled into pain and utter darkness. Why do we deceive ourselves to the end? Why do we cling to our dearest treasures that were never even ours to hold? Why do we wish for one more chance, when we know that the battle has already been lost, and we know that it’s over? Nobody can claim to have these answers as we all sit, separated from each other in the dark hopelessness. Nobody can, because we are all smiling.
Written by a great friend. Avalon Robinson
Why me? Why am I stuck with this curse?
I don't deserve it! Do I?
I feel alone in a room full of people.
And sad at a celebration.
Why?
I can tell you why.
My heart is aching.
I feel like I love someone who I can't talk too.
I feel like my friends are imaginary,
And my family is this crazy cartoon.
I feel like I'm alone and non existent.
There's no one who will listen to me.
Or if they do listen, they don't understand.
Why me?
Why am I stuck with this curse?
I cry out and no one hears me.
Why? Why can't they hear my screams?
I feel like there loud enough
for even the demands to take pity on me.
Why can't they hear me?
Why am I stuck with this curse?
Why me?
My name is Bekah.My full name is Rebekah, but no one calls me that unless their mad at me. I'm 15 and I have a large family of 12.
I have lived in 3 different states, and I've visited 12. so if you want to know any more just ask. I love to hear from people.
