Walls That Speak

Introduction

Most people see what's on the outside but what they should notice is what's on the inside. Some people have hope others have dreams but me I have neither of those I have hatred toward myself this "hatred" I have isn't Bc I didn't do my homework or Bc I failed my test. No this is hatred toward my body and what people say about me. But my life does get better. Want to know why well here's my story on how my life went from bad to better.

So here we go...

"But dad, I don't want to live with mom" I said almost about to cry.

"I'm sorry, Syd (short for Sydney) u just have to for now. Ok?" My dad said sadly

"Ok, fine. Bye!" I shouted

*FEW WEEKS LATER*

It was the first day of school. I had my hair up in a messy bun and I was wearing yoga pants with a zebra waistband and a long sleeve neon orange sweatshirt to hide the cuts on my arm from last night.

I walked into the school to people staring at me. I think to myself do i really look that bad? I think I look fine. Why are they staring at me? I'm just going to ignore them and mind my own business. That's a smart idea right? "Yeah it is a smart Idea" I say to myself.

I went to my first class, History.
"Okay class get out your notebooks and write Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid" said Mr.Lemons. I did what I was instructed to do. As class went on I got more and more out of reality and more into my world, which is filled with depressing thoughts. Right now in my depressing world all I cared about was when I was going to be able to push a sharp blade into my skin till it bleed so I could release the hatred.