Athelophobia; The fear of not being good enough
"I'm alone, I'm a mistake, I'll never be good enough, they'll never accept me, I shouldn't be here..."
Every Crimson line forming on my skin is a reaffirmation of how useless I am. One of these days I'll have the courage to cut just deep enough that nothing will matter anymore. Right now I'm still weak, pathetic, and useless. I can't even do this one thing right.
Everyone was right, I'm nothing but wasted space. There will never be anything special about me. The best hope I have is sitting here in this dark dirty alley waiting for my life to end so everyone will be happier and I won't be a burden anymore.
I can feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness as the cold gets more intense with the falling of night. I barely register the presence of someone else, their voice so faint it disappears on the wind. The only proof I have that I'm not dreaming is the feeling of warmth that surrounds me as I'm lifted from the ground. I open my eyes slightly and all I can see are red feathers. "Finally," I think, "Finally death has come for me."
Death came for me alright, but it wasn't in the way I thought it would be.
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