I feel so alone and like no one gives a shit. Before you say you do, hear me out. I know you care. I know you're there for me. But I need to trust myself and love myself. I need days by myself but I can't because I'm only thirteen.
I hate what I see in the mirror. I avoid taking care of myself. Showers, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and getting dressed when it's not a school day. Yeah. Sure it's gross. But it's because I'm just so done. When I get in the shower I can't get out because it's the only place my thoughts go down with the water and through the drain. It cleanses my head, literally.
I need my music. I need it to wrap itself around me and squeeze the depression and anxiety all away. I want hugs. And snuggles. From someone who isn't my fucking family. I need words I don't even have to trust. I need to forget things and stop worrying till I hurt myself or want to. I need to breathe but I just can't and it's making me sick.
I'm so lost and I'm so damn suicidal and I hate fucking everything about myself and I no longer want to exist. I hate myself for my past and I don't want myself to have a future because I don't deserve it. I want to escape in movies, series, books and video games but that's just all temporary things. And I'd rather have their lives than my own that is permanent till I die. That makes no sense I know, but to me it does.
I need to get away from my family and friends and this small town and this stupid state and this idiotic country. But I can't. If I could travel to another galaxy I'd do it in a heart beat.
I want to jump in front of a car, jump off a bridge into the water. I want to sit in the middle of the train tracks. But I also want someone to try and hold me back. But I can't have that because I don't believe it to be possible. I'm alone in this world whether you say so or not.
We're all alone until we forgive and forget and love ourself and I can't do anything but forgive and replay my many mistakes from one person to the next! I'm so fucking lost and life isn't slowing down and I need air but it's as if I'm on the fucking moon with no space suit!
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The Secret Book of Unsaid Things
Kurgu OlmayanHave you ever wanted to scream and cry till you couldn't feel your throat, till tears wouldn't come out, till everything went away? Here is your chance. Everything will remain anonymous unless you don't want it to be. Message me what you want to say...