It hurts as sharp slicing blades thrusting you incessantly
All I do is shut down everyone and tell them to fuck off
I'm antisocial, that's what mom said
Nothing makes me happy
Whenever I see skinny people, I feel like shit
No one's here , after all I've kicked out everyone though
I don't know how to handle best friend relationships
I can't hide my feelings
I feel so irritated all the time
I can't sleep at night
If I get a little happy, it's already a mistake
My parents don't give a fuck
I hate mornings
I hate family gatherings
I loathe every person who is happy with his or her life, around me
But eventually, I despise myself so obviously I HATE MY LIFE
What's happiness ?
That word is a constant reminder of pain and suffering
How much do I lie everyday ?
How do I act now when I am not able to
Why am I so tired
Why can't I just vent out everything
Why can't I forget anything
Why does it hurt why ?!
Fuck myself, fuck everyone who tells me to be strong or whatever , stop it !
I can't, I can't, I cant...its just so blurry, so vague yet so devilish
My blades have been lost and I can't cut
I'm depressed, fucked up, a disappointment, a loner, an antisocial freak,a bad bitch, mannerless girl, useless, lazy, always failing and this list goes on...
You know what ?
What actually hurts , it's when you know no one cares and you eventually stop caring for anyone.
"It's what you love the most that hurts you the most," The Hunger Games, Mockingjay, President Snow.
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Slow Death
Short StoryThis book is my getaway, my escape, my feelings. It's utter shit but if you wish to read it you may :) Quite a lot of emotions,feelings that are depressed, hurt, confused, fucked up..suicidal.. //pluvio-nyctophile//
