twohundredtwenty.

I wish there were a way I could transport you into my mind, let you take a look around. A way to microscopically transform you into a tiny little particle so you could take a trip through my mind, my heart, my eyes, and my thoughts. So you could understand that although I say to you that I'm okay, my eyes are trying to tell you that I'm dying inside. Maybe then you will see that my big, shining, vivid smile is nothing but a lie. That my own pride holds it all against me. Maybe you'll understand, that to me, crying is another form of weakness, and that I will never let anyone see another tear fall from my eyes. This time, I'll be the one to wipe them all away, on my own. I want you to take a trip through my thoughts, because then, and only then would you truly understand all of my intentions and realize, maybe, just maybe I'm just another typical teenager trying to get through my days without breaking down.

You did this to me, and you can't take it back. How can you, if you don't even know.