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sometimes at night when you lay in bed you start thinking, thinking about your day and how it went. thinking about the guy you like and your friends. well it's hard thinking that way when you are how i am. I'm sad. not like the "down about my grade not being high enough" or "down he likes her" it's a kind of sad 'special' people have.
it's the sad, that controls your life. you get these enemies, but they don't exist except only in your head. no body can hear them but you. sometimes people like me want to be saved, but don't want to be saved at the same time. those voices in your head are quietly whispering "you don't want to be happy." and "you know somebody on the other side; they're holding the door open for you, go on and walk in."
these voices, it's like they're what other people think of you but you don't know who thinks of you in that way, since the world has come down to fake friends and lies you don't know...except them