Disclaimer:
Please keep in mind this story can be very overwhelming for some, and few may get triggered. If you are ever going through something feel free to message me, I'm always up for a chat.
I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, but no one can hear me.
It feels as though I'm trapped in a glass sound proof box, people can see me...
But they can't hear me.
They can't hear my cries for help, they can't hear my screams of pain or the words I'm trying to explain of how much I'm hurting.
No one is listening to what I have to say, no one is hearing my voice.
They hear what they want to hear...
"Hello!"
"How are you?"
"I'm fine."
Sometimes these words mean no such thing and it's almost like I'm secretly trying to hint each time I speak that I'm not okay.
When I say hello... I mean I miss you.
When I say how are you? I'm praying you'll ask how I am too, in hopes I'll finally find the courage to let it all out.
When I say I'm fine...I mean I'm fine because I'm so use to drowning in all my tears.
I know I'm not making much sense and I understand that everything I say might be a cry for attention, but that's exactly what it is.
It's a cry for help, in hopes you'll realise I'm not okay and I'm not strong enough to admit it myself.
So why can't you hear me?
Why can't you understand I'm falling more and more into this wallowing darkness?
Why can't you hear me crying?
Why can't you hear me?
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts Of a Teenage Girl
Short StoryI'm sorry, I'm sorry I can't think or write like a normal person. These thoughts consume and drown me daily, I'd rather write and vent them all out than hold them in any longer. I can't let these emotions control me anymore.
