Life

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It hurts my head. My chest feels like it's going to explode. Every little thing chips away my defenses.
Every small insult
  Every joke
Every glance in my direction
I do deserve to live.
I deserve to cry about things. I want to wake up in the morning and not wish I hadn't.
I want to greive for the loss of my innocence and sanity without judgment and shame.
I don't need pills
I need help
I am allowed to talk, to speak my mind. No one should be able to take away my mind and soul, and not be punished.
I am an intelligent being, I feel complex emotions that are hard to understand.
I am worth fighting for, and worth listening to if you give me a chance.
I was not brought into the world just to leave it, no one can tell me otherwise.

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