The mirror behind your door is shattered all across the floor. A million pieces all stained red from those cuts that still bleed, the ones no one ever sees,
The cuts that they just dont believe
Inside your mind and scaring your soul, theyre the ones you personally know,
All the cuts and wounds, the ones youve tried to share...
...noone really cares
...its just a phase
...sont be so melodramatic
...attenrion whore
...revolving door
...drama queen
...lier
...If you really want something to cry about
...I cant hear you, tell somone that cares
...go to your room and think about what youve done, dont you ever THINK
...because I said so thats why
...oh just stop already! Its NOT that bad
...and just what do you have to be THAT sad at
...why cant you be more like your sister
...get another 'c' and ill really give you something to be sad at
...oh theyre not serious, just ignore them( bullies )
...he only went out with you on a bet
...fear
...shame, regret, guilt, self hate, inward reflections, failures,
...parents, teachers, counselors, therapist, psychiatrist
...forced psych meds, all the psych DX,
...nights alone in the dark crying
....nights alone in the dark wishing the tears would come
...for wanting to die, for not having the courage to try
...for being a whore
All the other reasons why those wounds never heal...why the self imposed sentence, to you, is the realest thing you know.
Adalaine Skyye
Adalaine Skyye
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General Fiction*this story is very descriptive and may be considered triggering. Be in a safe frame of mind when reading* Thought wanderings of a depressed mess...No real rhyme or reason..insights about death, suicide, self injury, self hate,bullying, abuse. Allot...
