The Small Things

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It's a stupid thing.
Just a few grades will make me mad.
Then sad.

Then the homework piles up.
Then I get frustrated.
And sad.
And angry.

People's laughs annoy me.
People smiling aggravate me.
Nothing becomes funny anymore.
Nothing is enjoyable.
I just bring myself down.

The small things like that make me hate myself.
Then my self hate spreads.
Like blood in water,
Slowly it spreads until it covers everything.
The things that make my life miserable pop back up in my head.
I reach the point where self harm is my only escape.
I hurt myself because I feel like I deserve the pain that I cause myself.

And somehow.
Some how, this all starts from bad quiz grades,
And too much homework.

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