10th of March 8.59pm
Why am I so different from you
Is it because I'm black and blue
Is it because of the scars that I hide
How do you determine that my life has less value than yours
You don't
Everyone has a purpose
To do something good with their life
But what is mine?
A punching bag, a thing you can kick and pass by on the ground while you walk away with a sly smirk on your face
I wish things would be different
Different from what they are now
I wish I had a permanent smile on my face
I wish I had friends
I wish I wasn't some suicidal freak you all claim me to be
I am suicidal
All because of you
I made this
YOU ARE READING
letters | bts |
Fanfictiona girl writes about her everyday struggles, the beatings, the thoughts, the names, until she has one final wish " can you send this to bts?" [ completed ]
