Letting It Out...

There's so much to say, and I have no idea how to say it.
I feel my life has no meaning.
I'm confused and lonely. I have no one to speak to. I'm horribly mis-understood and I don't know how much longer I can keep up this fake smile, or fake laugh, or fake happy life. I don't go out anymore. I lie every single day when they ask me if I'm okay.
I'm standing is this big bad world, alone. People come, and then I watch them go. I'm starting to loose hope in everything I once believed in. If there's a God, why isn't he helping me? Don't I deserve help? At all? I don't know what I did, but as a wise person once told me, everything happens for a reason. So if this ever ends, there'd better be a bloody good reason for all this shit in my life.

Peace,
Jorja xx