Hey everyone <3 so i'm going through a rough time right now and i have no-one to let out my feelings too, and it kind of hurts :) so i thought i can do it annonymously where no-one will know who i really am, bs 3ashan a6al3 ely fe galby oo arta7 :p :$ (i'll be writting it in 3rd person)
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She walks alone in the hall ways of her new school, watching everyone around her laugh and have the the best time of their last 2 years in school, and all she wishes for is to be able to laugh like them, to hug her bestfriends every morning like them, have a blaaastt... like them.
She walks between the people, who stare at her and gossip about her, right in front of her face, trying to hold the tears that are in her eyes, waiting to escape.
She picks the last seat in every class room she has to attend, so that no one will be able to see her there, and she curses herself for being so worthless, and for realizing how much of a loser she is for not being able to socialize, like all the other new kids could, for being chubby, for remembering that she has to go home and hear her brother make fun of her and annoying her to death, for the low marks that she's getting, for lack of personality she has, for her country, for her dreams that she'll never be able to achieve, for the lack of talents she wishes to have and lastly, for a reason, that she has not yet figured out, but this reason is what's killing her the most.
When she gets in her driver's car, and puts on her head phones, she says to herself ' just a few minutes longer, save the tears for a few minutes longer'. But it's hard to be choked for so long, and her tears fall anyways.
She enters her house, and runs upstairs to be able to finally let her tears out. She locks her room and plays the loudest music, and starts screaming her lungs out, she screams for the pain, for the hate, for the regret, for the way she misses who she used to be, in her other school -or i can say home- and with her other freinds and other teachers and other marks (which have dropped from A's to C's ).
Sitting there alone in her room, hating herself, she wants to feel any other pain, in hope that it will hurt so much, she'll forgot about her emotional pain.
She looks around the room, and finally finds the razor blade she usually slices her flesh with. She opened her palm and dug the blade deep into her flesh, and sliced downwards, watching her skin seperate slowly, and watching the blood flow out of her, she repeated this right under the first cut, and then again on her chest, and then on her hips. But it was no use, as much as her cuts hurt, nothing would beat the emotional pain she felt inside.
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soryy for the negativety, but i had to let it out x$
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She walks alone in the hall ways of her new school, watching everyone around her laugh and have the the best time of their last 2 years in school, and all she wishes for is to be able to laugh like them, to hug her bestfriends every morning like them, have a blaaastt... like them.
She walks between the people, who stare at her and gossip about her, right in front of her face, trying to hold the tears that are in her eyes, waiting to escape.
She picks the last seat in every class room she has to attend, so that no one will be able to see her there, and she curses herself for being so worthless, and for realizing how much of a loser she is for not being able to socialize, like all the other new kids could, for being chubby, for remembering that she has to go home and hear her brother make fun of her and annoying her to death, for the low marks that she's getting, for lack of personality she has, for her country, for her dreams that she'll never be able to achieve, for the lack of talents she wishes to have and lastly, for a reason, that she has not yet figured out, but this reason is what's killing her the most.
When she gets in her driver's car, and puts on her head phones, she says to herself ' just a few minutes longer, save the tears for a few minutes longer'. But it's hard to be choked for so long, and her tears fall anyways.
She enters her house, and runs upstairs to be able to finally let her tears out. She locks her room and plays the loudest music, and starts screaming her lungs out, she screams for the pain, for the hate, for the regret, for the way she misses who she used to be, in her other school -or i can say home- and with her other freinds and other teachers and other marks (which have dropped from A's to C's ).
Sitting there alone in her room, hating herself, she wants to feel any other pain, in hope that it will hurt so much, she'll forgot about her emotional pain.
She looks around the room, and finally finds the razor blade she usually slices her flesh with. She opened her palm and dug the blade deep into her flesh, and sliced downwards, watching her skin seperate slowly, and watching the blood flow out of her, she repeated this right under the first cut, and then again on her chest, and then on her hips. But it was no use, as much as her cuts hurt, nothing would beat the emotional pain she felt inside.
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soryy for the negativety, but i had to let it out x$
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