laughter were few and in between.

the damage is already done.

seems like the things that haunt me inside never stop growing...
they cut like knives against raw flesh..
lurk like bad nightmares in every cell of my body..
i feel it each time i breathe..

feel so small inside.. feel damn misunderstood..
but nobody knows..
im tired of hiding away and pretending im strong..
what am i susposed to do?

Alyssa