-Thoughts of a Depressed Teen- (How Abnormal)

Do Tears Make a Sound When They Hit The Ground?

I cover my mouth to muffle the cries.

But what can I use to muffle the screaming in my head?

Despite having no absolute worth, despite not being able to look at myself in the eyes.

I don't give a shit.

This can be the worst life I can live, but I shall continue.

Because no matter if I am resurrected to something better in my next life.

I will live this one to the end.

I block my path, I blindfold my eyes and chain myself down.

I need to stop blaming others for my own failures and misdirections.

I'm not self destructing, I'm recognising.

My conscious is not clear, but at least my path is getting to that state.

And even if I uncover my mouth, and let the whole world hear my shrieks.

False compassion and utter ignorance will leach to my self depreciating thoughts.

And trust me, I'd rather keep shoving lies down my throat that disguise themselves as pills so I may rest in pain.

Agony and misery have been my companions for so long down this road that I might as well let them continue.

The ones that have truly stayed and have not lied about their love.

Because they don't love me, they love seeing in me suffer.

And I like that they are honest, I prefer knowing straightforwardly than seeing your true colors through your compliments of glass.

Breakable and translucent.

But my companions and you are actually alike.

You like to see pain plastered on my face, but who doesn't?

Who doesn't like to see a weakling rot their way while fighting to stay alive?

Who doesn't like to feel superior over those that can't stand a chance?

Don't worry, I understand your reasoning, I won't take your word for it because I know it for myself.

It feels great.

But your glory won't stand much longer.

And soon I will get that same feeling of superiority again when I see you crawling for mercy.

And I shall have the honor of not giving it to you.