Nothing matters when it comes to me. All I ever do is get hurt in ways no one knows. Not like they care either way, I am nothing to everything and everyone. I want to die but since I want it, I'll never have it. So what's the point?
My feelings never matter. No one puts in the effort to make sure I'm okay, to make sure I'm not crying. I'm a mistake that no one wants around so they push and pull me apart til I bleed and cry. If I love them they rip out my slow beating heart and stomp on it making it bruised and black. If I trust them they take that same heart and tear it up. If I respect them they just watch me lay there and die. If I'm happy or glad something comes along and shits on that. None of my feelings matter.
My looks don't matter for I am fat and ugly.
My life doesn't matter.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Nightmares
Kısa HikayeNightmares or just dreams that I have that end up being very weird.
