Short Stories (I don't recommend this)

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I still live in depression.

I just want it all to be over--

The yelling, the crying.

I just want them to love me, to make me not feel broken anymore.

They always hurt me... physically and emotionally.

I need them to hear me.

Hear my pain.

I need them to understand me.

Understand my feeling and my desires.

I years to their attention.

I really want to move on.

To be free of this life.

I'm tired. I want to rest.

I feel alone, lonely and empty deep inside my broken heart.