My story to some people will be tragic, but to others they will understand my pain. I am not writing this your attention or even your sympathy. I am writing this because I need someone to hear my words. For just once I want to be heard and understand my words. Everyone wants to be heard, but my voice is tuned out to this world. No matter how loud I scream, no one hears me. No one hears my cry. My voice deserves to be heard just like everyone else's. It needs to be heard by someone, anyone at all. I just want someone to listen. This isn't a cry for help, this is a cry for someone to just listen. I am important just like you are. Why does your story matter more than mine? I don't want your sympathy or compassion, just for you to listen. You don't have to understand me, just read the words I write for you. My voice is being drowned out by the madness of this world. I am not the only one that feels that way. I can't be. So don't ask me if I am okay. We both know I'm not. So why ask me if you aren't willing to listen. My mind is screaming. It just wants to let my words lose, but it also knows no one listens. My soul and mind are at war with each other. My mind is saying they don't listen because they don't care. While my soul is saying they aren't listening because they don't understand. I fear only one side will win. Can I be happy without one? Someone please listen to my words.
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My Personal Journal
Non-FictionThese are my thoughts and feelings written down for you the readers to read. What I write is my story. This will not always be happy, but it will not always be sad. This is my life.
