Imagine

Imagine that everyday when you wake up you feel alone, that when you look around yourself you see a room -your room- but that it doesn't feel like yours. That you look out of your window and you see the sun rising, it is supposed to be a beautiful day, but that you can't enjoy the feeling of the sun shining.

Imagine that when you feel alone, people say "Why? We are here for you, aren't we?" but then you remember that you can't tell them the truth. You can't tell them why you feel the way you do 'cause it will hurt them a lot.

Imagine that you really want to talk to them and tell them everything that's on you mind, but you just can't.

Imagine me, the 'happy'  girl, wondering why she is still alive, thinking everyday and night "Why do I keep going on? Why do I do this to myself?" but she doesn't know the answer. She just goes on.

-Hailey-