Smiling but I'm close to tears

Hmm..

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Hello yellow mellow cello lo lo lo. Sorry I was trying to rhyme, haha. It's already the 4th of February. Everyone's like "Omg, so fast?" and stuff like that but to me its like, "Huh? So slow" I'm not sure why I want time so past, I think it's cause I'm looking forward to some things but at the same time there are certain things I just want to get it over and done with. But I should really learn how to SEIZE the moment. I honestly don't know what inspiring stuff to blog today because I haven't been inspired lately. I'm just putting food into my mouth continuously. How the hell does my stomach take it? Oh, today Mr Chew was talking about bullying during his speech today at assembly and this was what he said, "Blah blah blah if I find out you're bullying someone, I'll make sure I'll come hard on you blah blah blah." And obviously, we sick-minded teenagers start giggling because we think of come as cum. After he said that, I was trying so hard to hold back my laughter. HAHAHA. It's a really disturbing thought though ... Ew. 

Anyway, let's start blogging about feelings!

In this small little house,
it lived a small little girl.
A sad, heartbroken,
neglected, lonely, tired girl.
Her cheeks were always wet,
Her eyes burned from the saltiness of her tears.
There was not one moment,
not one where she would stop crying.
Forever her tears would pour. 
At times, she try to hold 'em back,
but eventually she can hold back no more.
Her tears pour out like a waterfall.
Forever falling,
forever gushing.
It was a wonder how this house was never flooded.
When her tears drained,
more will replace.
It was a never ending cycle.
The cycle of depression. 

And outside of this small little house was a heart,
a broken heart fixed with a single band aid.
But a piece of the heart was missing.
Someone took it away,
and never seemed to return to it.
There was a hole in the heart,
and nothing could ever replace the stolen piece.
The little girl's home was exposed,
only a complete heart could protect her.
She cries everyday,
hoping that missing piece would be returned.
She was vulnerable,
Unsafe.
Broken.
Incomplete.
She has no other protection.
All this little girl could do,
was Hope.

This heart with the home of depression,
lived in an ordinary 16year old girl.
A girl who had a smile on her face everyday.
She laughed when she was around people.
She was strong, confident and was always ready.
She looked happy.
She looked fine.
She looked like nothing in this world could ever ruin her peace of mind.
People thought that way about her.
Like everything about her was perfectly fine.
They think she had no more worries.

But they thought wrong. 
This happy-looking teenage girl,
Has a hole in her heart,
And in this broken heart,
there is a home of depression,
And in this home,
lives a girl who
never 
stopped 
crying. 

Love Rachel*