Trigger warning *sducidal/depressing thoughts you have been warned.
I sat in my room staring at the four blue walls that surround me.
Their like an ocean of sadness drowning me into the darkness.
I'v always been weak, too weak to end it all.
Too weak to just put myself out of my misery and let everyone live their lives without me.
I know they would be happier anyway.
But why would anyone want to live?
All there is in this world is Wars, diseases, divorce, broken hearts, and people.
People are the worst.
They promise things and never keep their word.
No one is making this world a better place, the air is getting worse, everyone is too stubborn to swallow their pride, and yet everyone lives like there's nothing wrong.
Like there's nothing wrong with the way we're living, thinking, or acting.
All we ever do is repeat our days till we die.
Wake up. Eat. Go to school/work. Come home. Sleep. Repeat.
Nothing changes, especially people.
Most nights I think to myself "just do it".
My dad would be too busy with his work to notice my absence, and my mom wouldn't care.
She's probably be happy. All I am is a disappointment. A burden. A mistake.
I'm not pretty enough. Smart enough. Skinny enough. Good enough.
I am depressed. Stupid. Fat. Worthless.
I'v learned to close out the world and just breathe. That gives me false hope. False hope that my mom would care. My dad wouldn't ignore me. Kids at my school wouldn't hate me.
And maybe just maybe I wouldn't hate myself.
Well that's depressing don't worry It'll get better!
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly Girl
Teen Fiction"You have something I desperately wish I had" she said. "What do I have that you would want?" I replayed. She looked over at me from her hospital bed. "Tomorrow"
