The Other Side of MeA Story by Cool Girl......
I fake positivity to help others be more cheerful.
I try to be really kind. It helps them feel more free. A lot of them have felt worse than I have. A lot of them are misunderstood. They wear fake smiles, but all the while, their hearts are melting inside. And at night, They cry. We too have sensitive feelings. We may look fine on the outside, but we are scared of being judged. We are scared of all those lies. We all get pushed around, bullied, and thrown to the ground. We get called some names and get laughed at everyday. Sometimes, I look in the mirror. I look at myself. I look at how broken down I am. I touch my heart, and the tears begin to start. I look at you. You say that I make you happy, but is it true? How could it be? How could you want a girl like me, a girl who feels hurt so easily? I'm a lonely one. No one ever cares. I'm a sad one that's lost in her own head. I can be over dramatic. I can be impatient sometimes. I don't have a good self esteem. I call myself ugly. I keep concealed, and I'm quiet. I don't have many friends, and you know it! When I do make a friend, I want to have them forever. I'll start opening up. I'll share my deepest secrets. But I got bad luck, and I get torn all over again. I want people to be honest. Don't try to spare my emotions. I need this, I want this, so tell me! I used to be selfish, but I also used to be happy. Now, the only place I like is the world within my dreams. I don't deserve you. If only you knew what I've done... Then, you would understand. Then, you'd see how angry I can get. You're the light of my life. You brighten up this darkness, but there are people better than the person writing this right now. I like love, but it's also left me here to rot. And I promise that within three months, you will be gone. So that's okay... It helps knowing that I won't be the one bringing you sadness. I'm the one who should feel pain. It actually relieves me somehow. That night when I cried a thousand tears... I sort of miss that feeling. I've done it once before on a late summer evening. It was when my best friend left. I cried like I knew I would. I always wondered if he cried too. I know that you did. And that just showed how much you cared, which makes this harder. It makes it harder to tell you how bad a person I am. I suffer from depression. I suffer from regret. So if you do decide to leave, I ask you to do it soon. I ask this only so that it doesn't hurt as much. I ask this only so that I don't die of a broken heart. But if you do decide to stay, don't let my words make you upset. I ask this because I don't mean everything I say. I ask this because I love you. © 2015 Cool GirlAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCool Girlsomewhere over the rainbowAboutHey everyone! I'm Cool Girl, and I love writing! My obsessions: Coffee, Coffee Ice cream, more coffee, SPRINKLES, reading, writing, singing, playing piano, and talking :) haha Other stuff: I cur.. more..Writing
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