TRIGGER WARNING!!
Maybe people think I'm fine, maybe they don't. Either way you'd just have to roll up my sleeves to find out the truth. I feel lost, confused, stuck in a phone box ; it always rings and I can't escape, im trapped inside my own head, my own chaos and my own life...
I searched the shelves determined to die and for once leave not being
the one to cry.
Click goes the popping sound of bottles of drugs opening
and pills rolling down in the sink.
I chuged them up with a chunk of water and next thing I know I'm chucking my stomach acids and pills come out my mouth, wasted down the drain.'You're so weak you can't even die'. It's so mentally breaking I even started to tease myself, talking out loud, making my decision. Scared. Thinking every laugh I hear is about me. I felt claustrophobic in my own
body and skin. I can't take it anymore. I covered my ears but the voices keep coming through. I shut my eyes, but they open on their own,wanting to destroy me. I screamed, knowing no one heard me, but if a soul did they wouldn't care. I speak, but no one listens. I'm alone. A nobody. Sad. Lost. Guilty. Scared. Shattering and screaming on the inside but I still keep a smile on my face, Not inviting anyone to share my feelings with.
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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...
