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I sit down at the kitchen table wording where my life has wen't, even though i'm not old, but yet i am old, for no listens to me, as i try to tell them that i'm not fine, my head hits the wall, and the sound gose out, mom and dad don't see who i really am, the see what they hear, the see what they won't to, they belive i'm fine, but am i really? 

They look past my mind, withut ever looking into my eyes, so they never see who's inside, controlling my body, taking ever last breath, that i have, shaking my body to make it alive, yet it will never come back, i try to talk but the fear inside me keeps me quite, i try to feel emtions, but im to scared to show, people say im fine, yet the do not live inside me, thy say that pill will help me rember how to smile, its kinda funny that it can't, for it was another lie to my face, the old folks say, that with this diseas you never can love, yet i love my family, and me, but it feels so empty inside, not wont'ing the light to shine.

I hear what people say, not wonting to know, but it seems like evertime they do, it gets to me, i look at them, but they still don't get the hint, i guess this is how life is, now everone is the same, they all look at someone the same, even their bestfriend, but when they see me it all gose to he!!, for they don't see a human inside, instead they see what they won't, for moments like this makes me won't to dissaper, no one will ever undstand, no one really even cares, for thet don't see who i am, for they don't see the sadness inside, for i must me nothing so good bye.