There's times when I feel like giving up. When I feel like crying until I can't cry. When I feel numb. And when my thoughts get too loud I can't hear myself.
I always feel like there's no one who can ever save me. Save me from myself.
It's sad really, how this beautiful world, can be so cruel and hideous. How nice people turn to be backstabbers. How the most sweetest boys, can be the worst.
Most people wear make-up to feel beautiful.
While I, wear war paint. I only feel beautiful with two black lines on my cheeks. And a fuzzy animal hat.
People judge me because of that. They make fun of me behind my back, they should really learn to whisper. I say I don't care, but deep down I know I care.
I get verbally abused by a lot of people. Those are the times when I feel like hanging myself, or bleeding to death.
This isn't wonderland. This is hell.
We are expected to survive this hell. But don't they know, that when you're in hell you basically burn.
That's what happens to us. We don't burn to death, but we are hurt by others until we are at the edge of breaking
You can't expect us to survive. We're all going to die one day, might as well end it yourself.
We will never find true love. Because that's all bullshit. You don't find true love. You just fall for that person hard, and you end up spending half your life with them, and they just end it. Just like that.
This world is full of bullshit. And I can't express my feelings towards that even more.
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Disasterology // m.c
FanfictionRylee isn't your average seventeen year old. Like most teens, she is filled with angst. Yeah she has her own style, she represses her emotions, and acts as if nothing hurts her, but in reality she's this most sensitive person there is. Her best frie...
