TW// ABUSE, SUICIDAL IDEATION
Starving, starving to fit in.
Dread, Not Being able to stand the fact that I'm nobody.
Anxiety, the feverish burn of the thought if they were to find out.
Find out what I am. What I truely am.
I'm a horrible excuse for a shell of a human.
I'm the physical embodiment of pain.
I can't love, because I only hurt the ones close to me.
I mess up. So much.
My life is broken glass and I can never find the right fix. All the pieces are scattered and forever lost in emotional and sexual abuse.
I let my emotions take control of me and I blame my mishap others.
My pain has consumed me. I hunger only for the hard truth of the afterlife and what comes with my eternal rest.
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Short StoryJust you're average angst writer Warning!! There will be triggering material. I'm gonna be writing for all different genres please comment what genres you like best!!
