My eyes tell a depressing story;I feel alone in the world.He; has happened to make me this way, but no one really knows how much damage he has caused, except me."It's not too late to turn your life around," they say. I give and give; no matter how much it hurts me and in the end i grant that i do. But if i didn't give pieces of my self away i'd feel lost in this world;worse then i am now. For a Pessimist I'm Pretty Optimistic; i give love but i dont expect any in return. I hurt; sometimes i feel like nothings worth it. Like if i could just disappear;but for some reason i cant. Most of the time i either am acting as if im okay. When in reality i am alone; hiding and crying. I want it to go away,but it wont. No matter what you do; sometimes the only thing i can do is cry until i feel numb enough to live another day.