𝒯𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫

❝ the worst type of pain

is the one in your heart

when you find out

that you're not needed anymore

that feeling

when you realize

you'll never fit in

even with those who you call your friends

the sob that breaks through you

when you know it's all a lie

how it's like 

to be betrayed 

'cause the worst type of death

is the one that's plotted behind your back

and if you think about it

friendships are kinda like that

you find out the bitter truth

but can't tell a single soul

'cause you're scared of what they'll think of you

you don't need more pain no more

so all you can do 

is keep it all in

never confessing 

that you ain't as naive as they think

you've seen much more

than you ever have should

been hit by far worse

than should've ever been thrown

so now when you're with them

you're still alone

you have an urge to scream

"stop hiding things from me"

but you can't

you keep it all in 

put on a fake smile

and let them win. ❞