I never thought I'd be right here, right now, in this much fucking pain. It's so ridiculous to have a bunch of little voices mimicking the voices of my family running around inside of my head telling me that I can't do it and that I'm not enough. Just to think that the same people who told me never to give up, are the same people telling me to give up on my dreams of what I want to be and everything and everyone I love and trusted. I trusted him with my bleeding heart, my long lasting life even soon to be cut short, and because of a simple mistake, he then dug my grave and shoved me down in it. I tried to climb out but my closest friends were staring down at me struggling, trying my best to get free and to be the better person that God put me on earth to be. But what hurts the most is that they were staring down at me, laughing at my every move as I attempted to climb up the deep grave that he pushed me into.
"What's the fucked up part about that?", You ask.
Well the fucked up part of that is that my friends have shovels, and they're not digging the whole deeper, they're throwing dirt back into the whole that I'm in and making it even harder for me to get out of there. Knocking me down, but I get up. Still everyone there around my grave, laughing and staring and point their fingers at my hardness and effort to attempt what cannot be done. But little do they know, they filled that grave up with dirt all the way up to my gravestone. But guess what? It's their fault that I'm not moving. And the fucked up part is that they, all of them, every single one of them know...and none of them care.
