left for dead.

There is so much I'm not telling anyone,
so many stupid things
that are eating away at me.

It's like a nagging, pulling, pushing, ripping,
drowning feeling.
All at the same time, like if people don't find out soon then it'll kill me.

They need to know,
but I still want them to think of me as their little girl.
even though I'm not.

She needs to know,
because she still means a lot to me, even though I hate her.
and at the same time I don't.

They need to know,
Even though I'm acting as if I don't care, I don't think I'll forgive them.
but I have to, their all I've got.

He needs to know,
the past, what happened that made me the way I am now.
and that I love him.

It's all bottled up, and it's going to explode its going to fizz and bubble and grow and push it's way to the surface until it all come out in a horrible way.

But I cant tell them,
These secrets have left me drained to the point
where I don't have the energy to release them.