The struggles of a teen

In this mysterious and huge world, we are all under the misconception that we are all significant and have some sort of purpose or reason to have been born. Whether that is true or not I can't say. I once believed that I had some sort of importance in this black and white world but once I came to my senses reality hit me hard. Bad things after bad things occurred and the little fantasy I had created of the world fell apart. I bottled up all my emotions in a small chest and threw away the key and never looked back at the girl I once was. The crash changed who I was as a person even though my face showed no signs of distress. Deep downI knew I needed help and was begging for someone to bring me to life and unlock the small chest . After that day I knew I was like any other ordinary person that struggles with life and felt lost most of the time.