I hate when people see me cry because I wanna been seen as strong but at the same time I hate when no one notices how torn and broken I am inside. Friends will ask why it's torn and broken while I sit there knowing that they don't care cuz if they did they they would know that my heart has been played, stabbed, cheated on, broken just like my sister knows. And when I look at my sis she knows that I love being called pretty but never believes it, my smiles aren't always real. She knows I lost the one person I never thought I could lose. She knows that missing him is not what hurts the most, it's knowing that I had him and lost him.