Gone

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05-11-16

One day I will break harder than how my soul is. Every inch of wordgoing through my mind will spill out. How that sounds so free - something I haven't done. I don't think I will without crying.

A trigger of a small problem leads to a larger one that wasn't solved. We don't solve problems, we just ignore them. Would you have ignored a bullet going through you?? Why would you ignore these large problems? It'll just add up, I can't deal with this problem - this stress. I need to escape.

People will think I will cry because of these small problems. No. It's much larger, look in my lens. Look at the bigger picture. I have dealt with people's shit for way too long and I cannot handle it. I am only 13 years old. 13. I'm still a kid. A kid with problems.  A kid who wants to run away. A kid who can't run away. A kid that knows that problems must be solved. A kid with unsolved problems.

Sometimes I think life is not worth it. I smile just thinking of a happy future with great adventures and memories. It seems so far. It feels as if it will take an eternity.

I just want to wait until the day where I say, "I made it..".

I'm waiting. I know I can do this - do life. All this bullshit - it will be nothing when I move out.

Wait until I'm gone.

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