I look at myself and see a person with no future. No beauty, wit, or original personality. All the critizism I received were through laughs. I usually laugh along. But no one sees what's really happening to me. I'm dying inside, no one was there. I stood alone. I was there defending my hope and dreams. I was dying inside, hiding my tears. You didn't see, but I wouldn't have let you. You weren't there, you were suppose to save me... yet I was sinking in my tears, and drowning in my sorrows. You were never there I thought you cared.