One day, very soon I might kill myself.
And people would wonder - she looked so happy all the time,
Like she never had a single care in the world.
She was funny, nice and beautiful and had so many friends.
What could be wrong with such a perfect girl?!!
If only they knew how I screamed and screamed inside my head when I smiled.
How I felt like harming myself to fit into the concept of perfect.
How none of my friends even dig deeper into me to know kow I was actually feeling.
One day very soon I might kills myself and no one would understand even then.
One day very soon I might.