Sacrifice

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I can't be where I'd like to be.
I can't feel how I wish to feel.
I can't think how I'd like.
I can't be who I want to be, because doing that would require not being alive. I don't want to be here anymore, and yet I have to stay here day after day, living this hell over and over again with no relief. No help. No happiness. I sacrifice so much so others don't hurt. Well, maybe it's time to stop making sacrifices for others, and help me.

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