In grade 9, still breathing and surviving in the world of labels and ridicule....
I'm surprised I got through that stage of life where I wanted to be heard. Have my cries of frustration listened too by my close friends and family. But my heart glistened to the fact that no one would come.
I don't have a knight to come find me locked up in my small, white walled room. Surrounded by parents yelling the word "crazy" or "dramatic" every second.
No no, my knight won't be coming tonight to pick me up and take me to that silent world of happiness I wish to be in.
I'm still stuck, in the loud society of people where suicide is a sign of hope and not sadness. Depression is an illness treated by medication and arguments. And love....
Well let's just say love is a drug that fells good forever, but breaks down your entire physical appearance. It makes you obsessive, controlling, sexual. Only one of those things is something i enjoy.
But my heart was crush. Take out my entire body, stomped on, cut, thrown around, ripped open so all that could be seen is the vulnerable section that everyone pity's and sometimes, admires.
Unfortunately for me, I got both. So I started going deeper. Sliced harder into one wrist and once it was dripping, I'd move to the other. Slicing so hard that I would feel numb rush over me and beg me to continue.
And so I did, until I stopped that pesky feeling of love.
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So um hello lol
I usually never do this little "comments by author" or whatever but I just wanted to say thank you to all the people who have read this cause it really means a lot to me.
Hopefully I can keep updating and maybe make more stuff for you guys to read.
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