This has come from my other account, if it seems familiar to you, that's why.
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Everyday, I walk alone in the hallways of this hellhole. The people I once considered friends are now enemies. The people I once loved, I scarede them away. They don't care about me, and although I'd like to think I feel the same way, I know I don't. I'm on my own.
I feel so worthless, like I'm nothing special. No wonder no one cares about me.
Sometimes, I dream of death. When I wake up and see I'm still alive, I feel disappointed. Then I pull out the sharpest razor I own and cut myself until my wrists are drenched in my own blood, cuts marking my once clean skin.
I wear clothes that hide every bit of me, so no one will see what lies underneath. If they see the real me, they'll just make fun of me for being so helpless and weak. So I hide myself and pretend I don't care about anything, when really, it's slowly killing me.
Sometimes I joke about death, but no one listens. They just ignore my cry for help. But one day, I'll make them see that they should have lsitened to me. I know I don't directly ask for help, but it's hard to do. If someone could just notice the signs, maybe then I'll feel whole again.
I look around me and all I think about is how I want to trade places with my classmates. They all have perfect lives compared to mine. Why can't I be happy like them? Why can't I feel loved...wanted? Instead I just feel like trash that someone forgot to throw out.
It's a painful existence, being me.
But I continue to wait, hoping that someone will notice my cries for help.
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I don't really know what this is. I wrote it a while back, but I don't know what to classify it as, except for "other". c:
Once again, this had been posted on my other account, xtherealslimshadyx, so if it sounds familiar, that's why.
Feedback would be appreciated (:
