Feeling empty and cold inside but hiding it with a warm fake smile on
the outside. Why? Because you are considerate,because you don't want
anyone to worry. Because you don't want to be the centre of attention.
Because you know you're nothing and no one in this cold world. You're
just...average. Meaningless.Hearing the teasing, the threats, the laughs. It hurts. Your heart feels like it's ripping. You see every human, see the monster inside them that only you can see, Just to realise that you're one of them too. Just not that brutal. Until you stare at the mirror and see the
monster within you.
Slash, goes the compass on my pale skin. Marking it again and again
as if the blood spilt would get rid of my problems...We've all hit our lowest point, but for some, that lowest point is winning a bronze medal in a competition and for some it's gold...it's suicide.
Slash goes the compass down my irritated skin, making new cuts everyday.
All I wanted to do is cut and feel the burning sensation on my arms and the Only things rolling in my mind was the thoughts that I'll die alone,unloved, a nobody, lost, unimportant.
Slash goes the compass on my scared skin as I wish to go deeper but the compass isn't that big.
You know that I'm unhappy.
You know that I'm depressed.
You know that I'm suicidal.
But still you act like everything is fine...
YOU ARE READING
Insecurities
Teen FictionThis book is (roughly) based on my life... it will mention every aspect other teenagers can relate to, I'm writing this for all the people who think they know me but, really, they don't...
