Stage Lights

The Changes

It slowly became different. Instead of the glory I was getting, it soon became a hatred.

Middle school was hell. All of the insults resounding through your head...

"Where's your boyfriend at faggot?"

"You were an utter mistake!"

"Please go kill yourself, it will make all of our lives better!"

...not to imagine all of this with no friends.

High school was even worse. Sophomore year I discovered the act of self harm. So many pars of clothing ruined from blood. Every play I was in I had to cover up the scars. I was nothing but skin and bones because of anorexia. Hiding everything from my parents was a terrible decision. I was like a time bomb getting ready to explode.

I finally told my parents. They hated me for it. They put me in a mental health hospital and claimed I was a psychopath. Not one time did they come during visiting days. All of the times I waited hours upon hours to see the only people that I longed to see. I was heart broken. I just wanted someone to love me.