She has truth to her. Only she can see them. Everyone else only sees the lies.
The truth behind her is that she is a depressed, self-hating girl who everyone believes is lying when she says she's depressed.
She's finished with the lies... She only wants the truth now.
The truth is... she despises, no, loathes lies. She wishes people couldn't tell lies. But she can't help but tell them...
She lies and says she's fine. She says she's fine because she knows that if she told the truth...
Nobody would believe her.
She hates pain because that's all she feels. She's only ever felt pain, ever since she was four years old... Sure she feels love towards her friends and family, but that's not as strong as the pain and anger and hatred that she's felt for years.
Her friends are all broken... But none as bad as and for as long as her. After all she's been having nightmares every night for nearly eleven years now.
She hates to tell lies but can't stop telling them so her solution is permanent silence. She's decided being mute would be better than not being able to tell the truth because it would destroy everyone...
She's broken and crying. Always lying while inside she's been dying.
She doesn't know what will make it stop but she knows that by becoming silent the lies will die.
She doesn't expect anyone to understand... After all, nobody has before, why would they start now?
YOU ARE READING
A Single Tear In Her Eyes
Non-FictionThis is a story of... a sad girl who would die if her friends and family wouldn't care and it wouldn't be painful... A story of... me... *This is my story you can't use it without permission. I will legit fight you*
