There’s a small part of me that is constantly being torn open just seconds after it’s healed. They try to push me to become someone they want me to be but I just can’t do it and they get frustrated. And every time I try to speak my opinion. My true opinion. They shut me up and tell me to say it a differently. They expect me to be just a perfect girl but I can’t I don’t like the mental torture they cause me. Everyday it gets harder for me to breath. I’ve been screaming and crying out for help but no one comes. No one notices my actions. They way I silently express myself. The things I have to hide with a fake smile.
It is ok late for me to be saved fore I have fallen into the suffocating silence and the darkness of my mind. I’m alone in this bitter, cruel world we live in