Everyday, is another day.
Of torture.
The name calling.
The graffiti on the wall.
With the words whore, slut, fag, ugly.
Why do they continue to do this to me?
What have I done to you?
I never try and communicate with you.
But constantly you pick me apart.
You don't know how it feels to run into your room with tears streaming down your face, wondering why you exist in the world.
You don't know how it feels to be alone.
Worthless.
You don't know how it feels to grab that blade every night trying to cut so deep, wishing you could bleed so much to just pass out.
Close your eyes,
and never wake up.
You don't know anything.
You just don't understand.
YOU ARE READING
Sorry Doesn't Fix Everything
Mystery / ThrillerWarmth radiates from the spot where his lips touched my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. "Jace..." I barely whispered. He let out a low hum at the base of my neck and I felt him smile against my skin. ~*~ •This book is quite triggerin...
