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{ Wednesday, March 9, 2011 }
When I wake up, I fix a smile on my face.
The smile become faker and faker as the hours go by.
It seems as though people can see right through me.
So many problems, so many frustrations.
Is there anyone out there that can hear me?
Is there anyone that can make my simple wishes come true?

I feel so trapped, so alone.
Dear God, please save me.
Pick up the pieces that are left of me.
Bring peace to my heart.
I'm sick of pretending to be okay.