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[tomuchstace]

whats so wrong with not talking?
everythings going wrong.
theres no way to put it all in words.
i knew i would crumble
in millions of pieces,
i lay on the floor,
dieing to feel something real again.
i keep getting pushed around.
as if im nothing.
im that person you call
when theres nothing better to do.
i cant even understand why,
the people i care about most
cant tell somethings different.
they ask if im alright
with a lump in my throat, i whisper
im fine.
somedays i just want to stand up
scream in the face of all that causes my pain
when was i fine?
do i look like im fine to you?
tomorrow when im gone
you all ask why you didnt do something.
thats right, im giving up.
i realized im not needed.
sure, people call me there friend.
altho none of them need me to stay happy.
im sick and tired of sitting back
im sick and tired of not caring
im sick and tired of being weak
im sick and tired of one-way friendships.
im sick and tired of being stacy.
i know everyone has it hard.
i know my life isnt the worst.
but sometimes i just want to be that girl.
who gets upset about everything.
and doesnt care that everyone is annoyed by her.
because at least if i was her
people would think about me
atleast once in there day.