"You attention whore"
"You nerd"
"You bitch"
"Fat ass"
"You'll only ever amount to a housewife"
What have I done to deserve these words, these emotions that run through me like a river running out to sea. Why must I feel so much self hate, and pain? Why do I let these words affect me? The answer I don't know, but it hurts. The urge to cry is overwhelming, but I don't want to look so weak. But I am that weak. My emotions are caged, and scratching to be let free. But where do they run when they are always on a leash. I have the world at my fingertips, but why do I feel as if she lays upon my shoulders crushing me slowly. I have friends but where do they go when I am so lonely. The darkness is welcoming, but to aggressive for my fragile heart. I don't see beauty in myself, and am losing it in other people. I am lonely in a world where I am not wanted.
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Short Stories
PoetryThese are little exerts and ideas I get while doing stuff and get the urge to write. These are all really things I am passionate about or when I get a strong feeling.
