The darkness in my bedroom is so dark and lonely yet i've never thought of it as a prison more like it's a place to cry out my tears and curse my existence it's a room of depression and dark thoughts with clothes dirty or clean doesn't matter it's all in a pile my mom and dad yell a lot and it makes me sad I'm the oldest and I wasn't sheltered from the cruelty of this world I feel uneasy bubbling up inside me whenever I'm the car or in a place where there isn't a lot of airflow I hate loud noises it makes me cry when I feel that adrenaline rush I don't know why I struggle with school especially math and chemistry I'm scared of being alone but at the same time I don't like people.
