Random Short Story's

Sleeping Girl

No one would care. 

They don't see what I hide behind my fake smile. 

They never have. 

I have mastered hiding my pain. 

I don't speak up because I feel I will be miss-heard. 

 I don't want to end my life because I'm scared I will never be able to try again, I'm Scared of what is on the other side But I don't want to suffer anymore. 

I don't want people to look at me and think I'm a failure, I don't want my mom or dad to say "there's no hope you'll never actually get a job or go to college because you never try" Well I do try it's just not what you want. I try to be happy, I try to be smart, I try to not mess up. But I can't help but think that no one cares even if you say you care I can see behind your eyes that you don't and that you think I need help. But I don't, I just need someone to say "you can give up. There's no point in trying anymore." 

So here I say I don't want to give up but it's hard not to think that the world doesn't need me. I can't see myself having a future and I can't see me with anything past high school so why not give up now? I sleep a lot to pass the days faster Because I can't wait for the day when I go to sleep and never get up again because that means the world did the job for me and I, for once, don't have to worry about what to do next.