Nobody gets me.... And I'm okay with that.
The fact that people judge me before getting to know me is the part that I'm not okay with. Why do people decide to jump to conclusions,such as "she's suicidal" or "she needs help?" The fact of the matter is, the only reason those things are true is because of them! The fact is that I would be okay without there constant commentary about my clothes, my attitude towards life, my friends.... My scars..... My cuts.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm a pastor's kid. Maybe that's why people target me. Maybe that's why I don't fit in. Maybe that's why I started. Maybe that's why I'm planning on ending it soon...
Why do I have to be the one to be a freak? Every body else in my family are perfect... Why can't I be too? Why is it that I'm considered worthless, shameful, and weak, while everyone else is high esteemed?
I know no one will answer my questions, because nobody hears them. Nobody cares to hear my cries as I drag the blade across my thigh. I've realized that they only hear the faint screams once it's too late.
