I'm done trying to paint beautiful things.
I'm an ugly person.
I can't write beautiful words, I wish I could but I can't
Can't
Can't
Can't.
I am a horrible person,
Who creates horrible things,
And has terrible thoughts.
I'm stuck between killing myself and killing everyone around me.
I try getting help.
But my feelings,
Problems,
Thoughts
Are pushed away.
They're dirty laundry,
And my mom tries her best to hide it.
Her child being miserable, but seeming okay is more important than potentially, her child's life.
I try talking to her about it,
She hides her dirty laundry from herself.
She avoids these topics.
Avoids my feelings.
I'm so angry, I'm sorry.
