Do you understand what it's like to cry yourself to sleep? Do you know the feeling when your chocking on your own weeps, because you're too terrified too make a sound. Picture this, it's 3 a.m. and you haven't slept because your depressed mind is exhausted, but your anxious mind is terrified. You cry and cry and cry wanting to scream for help, for someone too come and rescue you cause your so sick of this godamn crying and fear and sadness. You pray too be normal, but then you realize no one is listening. Who cares about a teenage girl who's too much of a baby too let people know she's suffering! That's how I feel about life. Nobody knows my struggles, because I don't tell them. I like many other people, put a mask on when I'm in the presence of others. People think I'm fun and energetic. Well do I have news for you. I hate every fucking second of my pathetic no good life. I hate every inch of my disgusting body. Kill me. That's all I want is for some low life asshole too just kill me. Could you picture it?
