• I sit here trying to think of how to tell u about me but all I get is pain as I think. IV been thought enough to kill me but im still here IV seen enough to want to die. People see me as a perfect person but that is all lies. I am not perfect see as I just hide behind a mask so u will be happy but im tired of benign something im not so I sit here and tell other people cause im to scared to see how u ack when im me . IV gone thought the same s**t of what you want but I so tried of trying. I hide my pain from you because I know you wouldn’t help. So as I sit here in pain thinking how to tell you but just more pain comes out.