Sad Stories and Pretty Scars

Teenage Sorrows

I'm outside, because I have no where else to go.

I have a lover, who won't love me back.

I'm listening to my loud music, because I wish to hear nothing else.

I feel nothing.

The dead grass and leaves are telling me that the wind is howling, but all I see is the hair in my face.

The leaf-less trees are telling me that it's cold, but I'm just wearing a jacket.

I do feel something though, sadness.

I drew a butterfly on my wrist, because I'm scared to put a blade up to it.

I eat cough drops, because it's the closest thing to pills.

My family tells me that it's just a phase and that I'm fine.

But I'm not.

I wish someone will understand.

Do you?

Do you live the teenaged sorrows?