So when I usually get home it's all peace and quite and YouTube snacks and homework. Not today.... I lost myself today... My phone gone so I can't talk to the one I love the most. I don't know when I'll get it back and I don't know if I will be able to go out again.
All I want is to talk to her and send a message to her. Good morning and goodnight and I love you. But now history is repeating its self and it's like the summer all over again. I really wanted to call you and when my mom lashed out on me well... I couldn't talk to you and my voices were there. I'm sorry I broke our promise.... Don't be mad at me... I can't have anybody be more disappointed at me. I might just crack.... I want to stand tall and let my voice be heard but I know I will only get in more trouble and if I stand up I'll die.
Sometimes I think why does it have to me the kid with the voices and stress and depression and anxiety.
Why me...
