I don't want to be here anymore.
I don't want to hide.
I don't want to be quiet, and yet I still silence myself.
Why does the price of connecting with people have to cost me my personality?
Why can't I just be myself and be accepted, flaws and all?
Why I am I such a failure?
What am I doing wrong?
Why does no one stay?
Why do they lie to me?
Can I not be loved?
Am I that horrible of a person?
I just want to be honest; true to myself.
Why do they judge me?
I'm different...
I'm more than different.
I'm hiding.
I'm hurting.
I'm scared.
I don't want to be hated.
I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry!
I'm crazy.
I want to ask for help.
I asked, but they don't believe me.
I'm a liar.
I'm selfish.
I'm a dick.
I'm a bitch.
I'm an attention whore.
I'm nobody.
I'm innocent.
I'm useless.
I'm used.
I'm broken.
I'm breaking.
I'm frozen over.
I built a maze.
You'll never get to her.
She's too far gone.
You never loved her, but she loved you.
She never wanted to hurt anyone, but you hurt her.
She defended her self.
I taught her how.
I am her.
She is not me.
She is cold now.
She is shaking.
She's cold.
She's crying.
She's depressed.
She's crippled by anxiety.
She's desperate for acceptance.
You keep it from her.
She isn't crazy.
She's just in pain.
Don't worry, she'll probably be fine.
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Short Story
DiversosLife packs a lot of detail into a short existence. This collection of poems and short stories is a look into a life that has only begun, but has already been filled with so much. None of the art posted is mine. The cover art is not mine. Credit to...
