Flying Again

🖤Prologue🖤

My life it's just so fucked up. I can't stand it anymore. I just feel that nothing matters. I don't have a purpose in life. For what I need to live then? My parents don't give a shit about me. My best friend just betrayed me. My older brother just went to college a year ago and I don't know when he's coming back. He was the only one who actually cared about me, but he's not here anymore. I talk to him kind of just once a month because he says he's too busy with college.

Life doesn't even matter to me.....

I fell for this guy that just used me and humiliated me in front of everyone. I thought he was different, but guess what...... I thought wrong. Just like always. Now my heart is broken; now I feel alone, and no one is there for me now that I need help.

Can it gets worse?

Do you know how hard is to fake a smile? Do you know how hard is to swallow your tears to show everyone you are strong? Do you know how hard it is to fall apart? Do you know how hard is feeling alone even when you have a billion people around you? Sometimes it all gets a little too much, but I can't do nothing about it.

Sometimes, even when I'm laughing so hard, I still feel a deep blank space in my heart. I feel empty. No matter how happy I could look; in the inside I'm burning. I'm dying inside while I'm alive outside. Soon the broken pieces of the inside of me will break the untouched parts of my outside. Just wait for it, cuz it's close. So close it hurts. So close it burns. So close it consume my thoughts, my soul.......

I'm dying inside, but I don't show it outside.

I'm falling too hard.... Can someone, please, come and get me? I'm falling pretty hard, but when I look down I see there's no one to catch me, soon gravity will destroy me. I think I'll die, or who knows if I'll survive. If I do survive it won't be because someone came and catch me, no, it'll be because I.... Me, myself, and I fixed my broken wings and started to fly again.

I'm craving love. I want a hug. I want someone to hug me and come to pull all the broken pieces of me together. Where's that someone? Does it even exist? Is there someone to fix someone that's dead inside? Is there someone that will find beauty in this dead eyes?

They are hazer, but broken. They are now color green, but burning. They are now bright, but the soul is actually breaking inside.

I think what I need is a miracle, because what's happening it's not easy to fix.

Hi! I'm Kelly Jones, and this is my stupid story. I know my life is pretty tucked up. I know I sound depressed, but it's because I am. Do you think I can have a happy ending, or will I end up dead? Just future knows..............