The only thing worse than breaking down is watching it happen to someone else. Watch them unravel at the seams and fall to the floor. Crying, sobbing, screaming that nothing is alright.
Nothing is ever alright.
If things were alright then I wouldn't have these cuts and I wouldn't have the pills on standby and I wouldn't have a suicide note on standby. i wouldn't be so scared to tell people how I feel or what I'm really like. We all have our reasons to keep secrets, so what are yours?
We're all scared. Terrified, even. Of what people think, say, hear. Everybody wants to be a somebody. If you disagree with that, then you're lying. Everyone wants family, friends, love. It's human nature to want affection.
We all have our flaws. Some of us are 'ugly' or 'fat' or 'stupid' or 'crazy'. A lot of us are none of things but think we are because people say it to our faces or, even worse, behind our backs.
In this world there are people who would hurt others without a second thought.
In a world like this, nothing is ever alright.
