I see people hurting; I see the smiles meaning something else. I do want to help, but it feels like I only hurt people.
It’s exhausting honestly. I see children who look up to me, my friends, knowing that I will fail them some day, that I didn’t know all the answers.
As I grow up, they do too… I see them looking up at the stars one week with wonder, and another them trying to slit their wrists. I wish I wasn’t an only child… I wish I had a younger sister… I think I wouldn’t feel this way if I had one…