slow

--i wonder if people would take a second glance if they knew about the demons that crawl through my brain every night, and the scars that lace my skin, and all the times i've sat in the shower and cried. Would you still think i was beautiful if i let you see all the pain that's underneath? Or if i let you trace each fragile scar: would you still think i was strong? What about if i told you that every day i wake up i wish i'd stayed asleep? Am i still pretty or cute or smart? Or am i just a broken record that can't seem to play the right melody?
--i'm actually so sad deep inside my heart is cold darkness, but when i see you my soul smiles and i am happy.

i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying. i'm trying.