I'm so sorry that I'm annoying , alone and that I'm scared to speak my mind. That I'm terrified of becoming myself.
I wish that only one person understood me. Only one person cared enough to say I'm sorry.I wish that I'm not the only one feeling alone.
I can't say I'm being builder because I don't see it that way. I can't say I'm being abuse because I will get hurt even more.
But, I can say I'm becoming less and less human , more and more slowly rotting in the darkness.
Constantly having to be told that why can't you be normal? Why can I just leave ? Everyday being disrespected by the young ones. Tired of seeing blood drip from my own hands. But back down, because I'm scared of making scars.
I can't remember the last time somebody loving me. Is it my fault that I can never make you proud or happy.
I am izabel renesmme Wilson and this is my story.
YOU ARE READING
My sorrows will burn
Teen FictionWhen your at the lowest point When mom doesn't care anymore When it's ok to give up and be abused This is izabel and see how her journey will come along. Will she decide that she has had enough. And just die. Or will somebody unexpected save her.
