Is it possible to see the deflation of happiness in one's features, eyes and appearance. I have shown my sadness, the default in my features. It's sad when it's experienced so much that I have mentally learned to just sit there and let my happiness be taken away before moving myself from the conversation. I let everyone take piece by piece a part of me even if I'm unhappy, it's supposed to be a new year and yet I'm still sitting here not showing myself the self love that I should. Still letting myself be used, and still allowing everyone's reactions make or break me.
I still haven't learned my lesson.
And in all honesty if I didn't have to go to hell for killing myself I probably would have done it when I was thirteen.
I should ask god how I've possibly made it this far.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts of a black teenager
Short StoryMight as well call this a memoir of my life, all the real, boring and sad parts of me shoved in public for all eyes to see. Who am I, that's one secret I'll never tell You know you love me, xoxo (I couldn't help it)
