When someone asks me,
"How are you?"
I always answer with the lie,
"I'm fine."
What I really want to say is:
Exhausted,
Scared,
Alone,
Tired,
Depressed,
Suicidal.
I'm terrified and I think I want to die.
I just can't deal with ANYTHING.
I want to go home but when I'm home,
I feel lost.
I want someone to hold me,
But I push everyone away.
I need help,
But I don't want it.
I want to go to sleep and never wake up.
I want people to realize I'm not okay,
But I don't want to tell people how I feel.
I don't even know how I feel.
I'm lost and scared and so alone,
That it hurts to lie in bed at night trying to sleep when all I can do is cry.
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I am a Victim
Short StoryYou may say, "I don't see any cuts." But why would I cut where you can see?