Look at Me.

Look into my face, can you see it? The hurt the pain. Look in to my eyes can you feel the cold wind blowing in? Can you see what the world has done to a beautiful girl? Worn her down, crushed her once hopeful spirits, Do you see it?
The answer no. No one does, everyone can see the bad days, but no one sees the everyday torment, the everyday hurt, you can't see the things I face every time I wake up. You don't feel the pain I feel every time I breathe.
Or do you? Can you see it? Do you feel it? Are you too scared to help and beaten, worn girl? Why can't you see that I hate it here, I hate the way they look and talk to me. I hate that everything good is followed by things that are 10 times worse. I hate how the glass is half empty, the sun refuses to shine some days, I hate how the clouds roll in and all I can think of is you and that summer. I hate how every one I love moves away. Because every one leaves, and it sucks. Everything comes to an end. And after it all ends, after everyone leaves. I am still standing alone, cold and wet by the clouds that rolled in and damaged everything. I winds and storm never end, they are just paused long enough for you to think, that the sun will shine, and then more clouds roll in and the sun just disappears. Leaving me even more alone and disappointed.
Kyra!