(Real convo, from my life)
The other day my friend asked me if I believed there is such place as hell and if so what I thought it would be like and I answered with "of course there is a hell believe me, it's my life I live through it everyday." At that very moment she glanced at my arm and pulled up my sleeve, she saw all my scars and started crying and said "I knew you were having a tough time but I didn't know it was this bad, I will never joke about your appearance again."
I just looked away almost in tears of my own for causing someone else pain but before I have the chance to walk away she says "It makes sense now", "what makes sense?" I gave her the most confused look before she replied with "the other day I was talking to one of your teachers, she had some concerns about your distant behavior and told me that you were the girl that ridded other people of their demons but could never care enough to fight off your own, she said you are so busy helping others with their problems you don't worry about yours. why is that?" And I found the best set of words I could in that moment "Because I know what other people are going through and to make them happy is better then being selfish and worrying about my problems cause they don't matter other people do." I walked off with nothing more to say and nothing more to be heard spoken.
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The Little Things
PoetryA collection of poems, quotes, stories, and thought provoking paragraphs. Some are my very own work and others have been spoken to me in a time of need that I related to so closely and that help me so much that I just can't wait to share them with...
