im an onion

Im an onion because every time another peel has fallen to get closer to the destination another tear has fallen along with it. first peel first tear second peel second tear the pain is gets unbearable but  as i forcefully wipe it away i get stronger but feel weaker. i try to love,but get a cold grin in return. i try to  appreciate,but get it snatched out my hand. i try to forgive, but get hurt once again. i try to hide it mentally putting it in a box to burn. lying in my bed all alone in the dark i feel the uge to hurt something. talking to myself when im angry just to keep my name from being underlined as the definition in the dictionary for the word murder. but when i try and use my smile to as a smile but its gets fainter as more hurt and anger fill my heart. i feel more alone every second of the day but i guess i might as well just tat it on me.  i got to except it no matter how much i try the lies always win but i know i gotta keep  going because i know there's a reason i wake up everyday i have something to live for and i say this wit a fully cold heart aching to be warmed. i will stand and i will keep my eyes and head up because i have something to live for and no matter how much the pain makes me feel i want to be a serial killer i will never let it have the last word. because i know i am an onion and every layer will just have to dissapear.                                                                                                                                                             one fallen peel and another fallen tear. goodbye