I grew up, jealous of everyone around me.
And I'm not the only one.
I'm not the only one who wishes
that they could trade lives with anyone, anyone,
but nobody would accept this horrible deal
I'm not talking about those rich kids
popular spoiled brats who will spread stories about their "horrible parents"
I'm not talking about those kids who lose their food or money
I'm talking about those people who lose themselves
who lose their hope
their love
all replaced by the fire that will char laughter
leaving behind the strong, putrid smell of sadness.
Those people who spend their daytime being called names
like freak
or slut
spending their evenings being beaten up by parents
siblings
or trying to report cyberbullying posts against them
but fail because there are too many
and cry themselves to sleep
wishing for a savior
for one single person to come into their lives and make a difference
wishing for someone who never comes
Because their lives are not a princess story
They are not Rapunzel
they are locked away in the tower
and are unable to see any beauty of this world
because their eyes are so clouded by tears
They are so used
so addicted to this feeling
that they listen to a sad song before going to bed
just to cry themselves to sleep
They are bombarded by the feelings of the feeling of forgottenness
ticking back like a clock
draining their feelings of dignity
until they believe that they are just a waste
a burden
of everyone
driven to the point of self-harm
self-discrimination
These people who are standing at the cliff of breaking down
before drowning in the tsunami of conflicts
no one pulling them up on a raft
washed over into the pit of darkness
that people fall into every twelve minutes
those unlucky five people per hour
unable to climb back out
unable to redo
not realizing that once they are faded
gone
soulless
everyone will cry over their body
Realizing that people love them when
when...
They are gone
When they can't turn back anymore.
