A hard life

I like to hold my breath,
just to see how long it takes for someone to tell me to stop.
I feel as if I don't believe in this sad world and no one accepts,
who I really am.
The person inside is lonely and sad,
the person outside is cheerful and glad.
I wish that someday someone will find,
i'm not just a little girl who likes to say "hi".
I have a hard life,
not as you'd think,
because behind my house door is a cold dark place.
I wish I could tell everyone how i feel,
but to do that would take courage and zeal.
When I fall asleep I hope I never wake back up.
The chills through my bones are just enough to push me past the sadness that creeps through these halls,
and the lonely me sitting on the floor,
just sitting there,
waiting for someone to call.

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