There are things u´ll never tell

I am overwhelmed.

I pray , I sleep and wake up with the same bitter taste every morning.

The taste of overwhelmedness.

I smile , talk about senseless stuff, laugh but I am afraid of coming home and I am afraid of every new day.

There are things that we won´t ever tell , because we can´t or because we jsut realize it´s better to keep them unspoken.

And this opresses me so hard I feel like my mind and heart cut into pieces.

And I am mad , mad because it´s not fair .

It´s not fair that all this load is carried on my shoulders.

It´s not fair that I have to bea grown up when I don´t want 

and have to be a child when I feel like I am grown up.

It´s not fair that some people don´t even know what responsibility means .

It´s not fair that some people just have to care for themselves and have no other problems than bad marks or a chaotic room.

And most of all it´s not fair that I have to care this load all by my own.

And I can´t change a thing about that.

That´s what makes my face wett every evening.

I jsut want to be young , care and worryless.