I was laying in my bed. Staring at the ceiling in the dark. Trying to feel something. The clock turned 3 am. The thoughts in my brain wanted to escape. ''She's just being a teenager'' everyone says ''All teens have this phase'' no. There's no way it's like this for every teen. Not every teen thinks about ending it. Not every teen puts a fake smile on every day. Not every teen is laying in their bed crying every night. Not every teen. One tear fell down my cheek, and when you've already begun, there's no stopping it. It's like a waterfall. I had a small piece of glass, that came from a little sculpture I once had. Fuck it, I thought and took it out of my desk and cut it deep into the skin of my thigh. The pain...That was the only way I felt something. It was now 3.30 am, and I put the piece of glass back to its place. I wanted to scream, but no one would be able to see me. No one sees me. They hear me, they look at me, but they never see me. But hey, I'm just being a teenager, right?
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If this is how you feel, talk to somone you trust.
-Written by J
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Teenager
Short StoryWe're going to write about different teenage stories, and how it feels sometimes. Something's relatable and something's not so much. But that's your own personal opinion. TW: There's some stuff that might trigger you.
