Hello? Is someone there? If you can hear me, if God is out there, please I am begging you. . . send me someone to help me. Send me a story to read when I'm lonely. Send me a word to repeat in my sick head. Give me a sign that I'm doing something, anything, right. Because right now the world is dark, people are sleeping, and the lamppost outside my window is slowly dying.
Every morning I do my makeup in the bathroom, but I leave the light off and have a candle burning beside me. . . the candle is me and I burn bright to let out the light but it's not enough to light up the whole room. It's never enough. I'm never enough.
I don't know if anyone is reading this, or if you even give a shit, but I want you to know that I'm not okay. I'm living this lie that everyone seems to believe in. They laugh at the jokes I make and smile when I fake one, they give me sympathetic glances when they see me sitting by myself. But they don't get it.
I'm fake people!!
I pretend to listen to all of you even though I'm trying to convince myself on the inside not to hurt mys- not to scream out loud. I give you advice that seems good and reasonable but it's not real, all of this isn't real. How can an awful, terrible, horrid, shitty world really exist?
I dream about standing somewhere and just screaming really loud and so much that I break, crumble, to the floor and nearly die from the breathe loss. But then I take a deep breath in and my throats croaks before the sobs leave my mouth.
Sorry, I've gotten weird and scary. . . whatever. It's not like anyone's listening. Is anyone really there?? ~Megan Sierra
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All The Things I Wish I Had Said
No FicciónThis book isn't really a book. Its literally what the title says, I mean, there's a lot of stuff that I wish I could say. . . stuff I should say, but can't. So its all gonna go right here, on this website so people I don't know and people I do know...
