It hurts.
I scream, I express myself, but no one will listen, they hear me. But they don't listen to me.
Because who cares, a little girl to the black ideas.
After all it is only a little girl.
She just wants to make things interesting, she was acting.
And little by little, I get lost, I'm confused, and everything seems so big.
I want someone to help me, because I'm fed up.
And everyone cares.
Why?
It is society that makes us what we are.
People think that the words do not hurt.
It's true.
They kill.
Gnaw you on the inside, consumes you.
You feel like you can't breathe anymore.
As if his words were blades that chopped off your skin.
Leaving.
Always.
A scar. You want to escape.
Because it is difficult.
And when you can't, it becomes this thing that eats at you.
You pump your lungs with air. And the day you decide to end it, we finally take you seriously.
But it's to late.
