I hate when people tell me that my pain is meaningless, because I don't have as bad as other people do. Then they compare my life to someone else's life, and then I feel horrible because they're being abused in all sorts of ways. So then I feel like a burden, and then I want to scream.
Like, you can emotionally harm me and yell at me, but you can't give me the time of day to really look at me and see what you've done to me?! So, my mom can call me a bi!ch and give me suicidal thoughts, but no one can sit down and take a moment to look at me and see me?
This is such bull. And the worst part is that I'll just stand there and take it.
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The Unspoken Words
RandomThis is a place for me to vent out the words that have been stuck in my head. The words I want to say, but can't seem to get out. I'm writing this because, I'm tired. Tired of drowning in words that were left Unspoken, and emotions that I'm not allo...
