I've got something to confess.
Just a little something I need to get off my chest.
The month we were "talking" I liked the attention.
But for some reason it just caused more stress and tension.
Now I've a dug a grave for myself. I'm buried alive. It's like you can't hear me.
I'm screaming so loud that I can almost taste blood.
I'm drowning in some idiots flood.
Stop missing me.
I am begging you.
Erase me from your head, forget about me, think awful, cruel things about me.
I'll give you a reason to hate me.
I talk about you behind your back, I ignore you, I disregard everything you say!
Take that as sign!
Just go away.
I'm on my knees begging you to hate me.
Hate me please!
I'm not a poetic or a beautiful mess.
These are just things I can't tell you but I need to get them off my chest.
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere in the mind of a teenage girl
Short StoryIn the deepest, darkest, depths of my mind, This bullshit spewed right out onto this god forsaken app ✩✩✩
