Comment by doing nothing on oldaccounts

@doing nothing  Sometimes I’m quiet, but loud in my head, A thousand dark thoughts I wish I hadn’t said. Smiles feel heavy, and laughter feels fake, And I wonder how much more I’m supposed to take. I’m only twelve, but some days I feel old, Like I’m carrying stories I’ve never been told. My heart feels tired, my dreams fade to grey, And I ask myself, “Do I have to stay?” But maybe the storm isn’t where I must end, Maybe the pain is a message to send. But places where sunlight is trying to wake.