The act of trying to forget.
Trying to forgive and trying everything in your power to remember.
I read it all in my journals bevaise i snapped and suddenly i remember:
You are real.
You arent seen but you are there.
How do i know that?
How am i well not crazy?
Becase at this point im going but my own feelings and aomething inside me tells me sometjing isnt right and that something is going to happen.
Im changing and i have no one yo tell me its all normal, its all completely fucking ok!
I want my mom.
God i need my mom back.
I need her to shake me or look me dead in the eyes and tell me its ok,
What's happening to you is normal its not crazy you dont understand because no one really ever tookthe time to explain to that scared little girli still am.
No one has ever actually sat down and asked me how i was doing what do I think of whats happening.
No one ever took the time to ask.
They never do.
YOU ARE READING
The Voices Inside my Head!!!!
Randomthese realy are just the most random yet meaningful things youll hear. I dedicate this to those with mental illnesses or emotional trauma.
