There was some part of me that was good and fragile and innocent. But, they didn't see it. They only saw the outside, the bad stuff, the rebel side of me. They didn't understand that I was struggling every day of my life. I was constantly battling with myself. Trying so hard not succumbed into these great black holes eating me my insides, telling me to just give in to the darkness. I tried to fight it. But, did they see it? Did they see my suffering?
NO, THEY DIDN'T.
And that is why I'm like this. A shell of the person that I was once...a very very long time ago.
