I don't know if I'll make it but watch how good I fake it
how many times has someone, anyone, told you or let you know in every possible way that it - anything - is your fault? that every little mistake you made, every thing you did, every little word you said... it's your fault. no matter what you did, no matter how hard you tried, still they blame you. 'cause they need someone to push the blame on. and you're just standing there. seemingly fine, fighting inside to make it through every single day in the endless ocean of blank faces, empty expressions, hateful eyes. you broke it. you made it worse. you, you, you. someone was putting the pieces back together, then you came and broke them into tiny shards so that they could never be perfect again. just like you. just like their every word and look does do you. i'm fine, you say, you quickly fake a smile when another piece inside you breaks. pieces that can never be found, can never be put back together again. they want to push you down, they want to break you, so that you can