Would you look at me the same if you saw all my scars, if you knew all my pain?you wouldn't. I'm sorry I'm such a mess, I really am, because I love you and want to be who you want me to be. But you don't know the real me, and it's killing me.
This is so true it hurts. I try so hard to hide all of my emotions and be happy all the time when my heart is breaking and slowly killing me. I try to be strong for everyone that I love even if I am crying myself to sleep.