Sometimes, I hate my life.
Don't we all right?
I know I shouldn't.
But it is the truth.
I try not to complain.
Or even voice my opinion.
Sometimes, it is way too difficult to open up to anyone.
I wanted to cut myself.
Told myself that I wanted to die.
Then I think of my dad.
Truly my only supporter.
Don't get me wrong, I have hope somewhere.
It is just lost in a pool of loneliness..
Don't ask me if I am ok.
Because the answer will be "I'm fine"
You can't sugarcoat it with a pill and psychology.
Sometimes a person
People doubt me
They think they do no wrong.
They think I'm a "princess"
Sorry, I am far from royal.
I think I am a failure.
I even moved across the US for love.
Then to be blamed for every issue.
Sometimes, it isn't always just me.
So I keep to myself.
I have so many hopes and dreams
I just see them in my daydreams and not my reality.