My life is sprawling. Down, down, down.. i cannot catch my self. I don't know where to go, who to go to.. Every place I stumble upon in attempt scream for help I am shunned to agonizing silence,
Its already so hard to talk; when you want to die,
I'm not sure how much longer I can go on living like this , I try, honestly, I swear I try, but no one seems willing enough to give me a chance. they are so stuck up on what Ive done in the past that they don't even care that I've changed. For the love of god! how am I suppose to be a better person if I haven't another soul to prove myself?
I am worthless. pathetic . Incapable of love. the scars on my inner wrist tell me that i want it, but the demons in my head tell me that ill never have it.
Happiness?
My name is Journey, I have documents of birth to prove it. Journey Rea Noel. Born October 31, 1998 With bright red hair and emerald green eyes. My mother said that she named me Journey because she knew i was going to be a hand full. She was right.
i suffer from depression ,
Every since i was little i knew i was different. Ive never really fit in anywhere, Ive never been able to call myself "happy" I cant tell you where it started. and i cant say that its come to an end. all i can really assure you of is I'm getting though it .
YOU ARE READING
A Servant to Society, (Journey's story)
Teen Fictionthis is the story i wasn't going to tell, the story that pained me to think about. for years i tried to forget it. but no matter how much i begged myself to it never worked. but i survived. and i feel like i need to share my story with all of you...
