The broken night...

The Loud whisper, the weird looks At school, at street and even at home, panick attacks turns into a daily routine. The tears in the rain, the fake smile evry day You pretend to be okay even tho, your clearly not... The self-harm starts to be a part of the day, Friends make them the main cheracter, even tho I am going through much worse... Asking for support feels like tallking to a wall in the darkness, you start to understand the villans in the movies...bc you stare to feel like one(from the lies evryone is telling abt you)...