Sitting in a darkened room, it makes me feel how my body does: empty. Empty of all feelings, I was fine until reality smacked me in the face. The fact that I'm hiding my biggest secret from my closest friend, screwing up something that could have gone somewhere and so much more is eating me alive! To be honest if I had a razorblade lying next to me tonight I might of just actually picked it up and used it. I'm not the type to think about that kind of stuff but my pain is so strong inside of me. My body can break at any moment; fall completely apart and lose everything I ever had. I stood in the shower and cried. Let out all my emotions until I felt empty once again. It seems like a regular thing for me to feel empty recently. The only thing that held me together was music and talking to “him” but I don’t have him anymore…I only have music once again and I can only hope its strong enough to hold me together this time around.
When will everything get easier?
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Letters to Myself (JOURNAL)
Teen FictionMy place to escape from the world, some may call it a diary others may call it a journal but I simply call it my broken self.
