No one will ever understand what happened to me that night and the other three hundred and sixty-four nights after . No one will live with the pain and be fine like me .I have to live with it day in and day out . So yeah they can try to understand but in reality they just need to fuck off. Everyone needs to fuck off .
I'm fine !.
That's why I don't get why the fuck I'm sitting on a psychologists fucking couch , staring at the freaking wall. What makes him think I'll tell him anything .
And for gods sake if I have to look at that stupid smile on his face one more day. I might kill myself.
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Broken
FanfictionIt's like your screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed, that someone can be that important , that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless. Like nothing can save you. And whe...
