I try to show people what I'm dealing with and they just say cool or yeah.
Like they understand and instead they mean "too long and looks boring to read."
But read it out loud and everyone will look at you, and say 'is that how you've been feeling all this time.'
And they'll mistake you for being...like this.
When a person talks you listen but when you talk they walk away. Ignoring you for what you were doing last week.
TALKING. JUST TALKING.
And they leave you for no reason. They think you ignored them. They say you are just trouble and doesn't care about them. But inside you want their acknowledge. To be their friend and they say no you can't be my friend for doing that to me.
They'll say I'm complaining.
AND WANT ATTENTION, AND FAKE THIS PAIN INSIDE UNTIL YOUR DONE WITH THEM.
It sounds harsh I know but I'm sobbing in bed not talking to people because they worry and tell you not to worry about friends and worry for yourself.
I love helping people, even tho they're homeless and labeled druggie.
And people avoid them cause they're not clean enough to be around. Physically.
I don't want attention, they take it away and don't come back with it.
Again I tried, thank you for reading
Hayden D.
P.S. when I dream Amara can be there but in a wall in the real world and I can hear him I see myself and him through the wall too.
I don't know how to explain it.
It's a dark purple empty room and I can make things appear and disappear. I made a bed I'm lying in right now. And I see myself from afar. But close.
It's like he's mirio from my hero academia.
YOU ARE READING
I show, You tell
RandomI'm trying to write everyday to get the feeling of writing. just poems and thoughts I jotted down before and now are put up thanks if read. It's not. Anymore. It's just sadness in sentences. Stuff.
