Okay so, I'm just gonna vent/rant here. When i use the word you or variations of it its supposedly my mind talking to me. It may get kind of long so yeah here we go:
Okay, I've got so much to say but dont know where to start. Oh I've got it!
I'm just wondering who else wakes up in the morning and just cant do it. Like you cant put that fake smile on your face and pretend everything's okay or that your fine. But you do it anyway. Because what else are you gonna do let them know. You can handle yourself , at least that's what you think. You need to pull your own weight you not someone else's responsibility. If knowing that I'm hurting hurts you then you wont know. Just smile, laugh, joke they'll never know. They wouldn't care if they did. Who would care nobody does. Just walk it off. Just react. Just put on the mask. They'll never know.
I cant get out of bed, I mean what's the point for you to make another mistake, for you to cry again? Weak. When I try to explain to anyone it's just the good old "God is in control" "I feel sad too" "I know exactly how you feel" I DONT CARE! I dont care about doing any of this I just want it to be over! I just wanna truly feel happy i just wanna smile again i just wanna be the person that i used but, NO! I cant do that. The person that i used to be is too far now. It's all my fault! Your friends are in terrible condition because of you. You cant trust anyone. You cant love anyone.
It's your fault you baby brother isn't here. My parents dont love me. My teachers hate me. My family thinks I'm scum. But hey, somebody had to take the pain, somebody had to make others be happy and look good, somebody had to be born to go to hell. So I guess that "somebody" is me. So be happy other people are happier because your living like this. Besides what's one little persons death gonna do, chang the world? That life was meaningless. But at the same its, why me, Why did "God" choose me, why did it have to be me, Why WHy WHY! I WANT SOME ANSWERS WHY DOES THE BAD STUFF ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME! WHY WAS I CHOOSEN! WHU DID I HAVE TO BE EVERYONE ELSES PUNCHING BAG! WHY! WHY DID I GET THE RUSTY SHOVEL?! HUH!? And then they say, "I know this might be hard but you'll get through it." MIGHT be hard?! And what if I dont get through it, what if I end it before that? Who else would care, who else would know who else would notice? HUH!? Tell me WHO ELSE!?
Your on you path to redemption and rehabilitation just fix your body first. "Goodness your fat" "You sure are packing on some weight" "How much do you eat" "That's an unhealthy amount of food for a girl" "Bet your the fattest kid in school" "PIG" "COW". Okay, you can fix this, I can fix this. Just lose weight. Stop eating. Eat less. All good.
Then mom starts talking. "Why cant you just be normal. Your no good. You just had to be quirky. I hate that your my daughter. I wish you were a miscarriage."
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i cant i cant do this i cant. Should have been a miscarriage. Your not getting out of this the easy way. No death, only hurt only pain.
That's when stuff started, when she said "I wish you were a miscarriage". And what do you want me to do get better I'm at my highest never been better! I dont deserve to get better. I dont deserve to get love. I dont deserve to be happy. I dont deserve to be alive.
So why should I keep living?
Just to suffer? Just to cry?
Why should I keep trying? As if I'm ever gonna be. good enough to do it. To be happy again, TRULY. happy. Because I will never be happy again.