Alone I wait in my room for someone, anyone, to come and find me. I can leave on my own, but I refuse to because of reasons unknown.
My room is like my own little cage. A prison cell keeping me away from the whole world. On the walls are words carved into them by the demons that accompany me within my cell. They are the only ones I know. Especially at night.
I've read in my books that there are there amazing people who all go by the same category called: 'friends'. They make you smile, stay by your side and they always have your back....I wish that they were real, not fake.
Loneliness is a common visitor to me and the only friend that I know that's never left. So, technically, I'm not alone.
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The Quiet Kid's Diary
RandomThis story is basically me writing down my feelings. Enjoy with caution. Some content may be too graphic for some readers. Always practice self love and don't forget to spread kindness to others as well. Love you guys.
