all blood, no tears

you don't know me *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

it doesn't feel like they understand me anymore

i mean they do

to some point

but not enough

not to the point where I'd say you know, you get me, you know what I'm going through

you do completely know how to help me

it feels like i'm crying for help but my voice is strangled into

different questions wanting different answers

then the ones I really want answers to

and sometimes life gets too much

sometimes it's not very livable anymore

and whenever people tell me how "courageous" or "strong" I am for telling them this

i want to scream

i want to shout from the rooftops

"walk a day in my fucking shoes"

just do it

read my mind now and you'd already be in tears

so try a day

and you would not feel the same

just feel the pain

the physical pain that comes from the mental torture.