Dear Diary,
Today was the worst, people call me a fighter and they say I am strong well they are wrong because everyday I go home and write a song, songs about pain and struggle but what's the point? exactly there isn't any, all I can do is cry. Cry and whine about how unfair my life is when I know that there are people who have worst problems.
Selfish: this word defines my life, attempting time after time to try and enter the next life, I haven't thought about what people would feel if I had passed into the unknown,
if I leave who will the bullies bully, if I had left they would probably pick on somebody else and that isn't fare on them,
if I had left I would no longer be the punching bag of many instead they would have to go out and buy one because I wanted to be selfish,
if leave who else will my friends use to improve there image,
my family if I leave they will have one less daughter to think about they had given me life and for me to so selfishly take it away would have been a waste of 14 years. But it hurts:
it hurts to live in a world where your not perfect
it hurts to know that through all of these 14 years I have never been successful
it hurts to know that my soul is only a stunt double I take all the pain
it hurts to know that my friends are only my friends because they want someone to make them feel better about there image
it hurts to know that I have one friend who is amazing in everyway and I cant tell her how I really feel about myself because she has it worse then I do
it hurts to know I don't regret trying to leave Earth
it hurts to know that I'm not wanted
it hurts to know I'm a failure
it hurts to know I'm useless
.....it hurts.....
YOU ARE READING
The Battle With Myself
General FictionThis may trigger something so please be careful if you want to read, also strong language I hope you enjoy it, this book is different to what I usually write but this has inspired me and I want you readers to contemplate the moral behind the story. ...
