When you know how hard it is to drag yourself out of bed in the morning, then we can talk.
When you know how hard it is to even keep breathing, when all you want to do is stop, then we can talk.
When you know how hard it is to believe that life will never get better no matter what you do, then we can talk.
But right now, all I hear is noise.
You know, I’m really sick
of people judging me
and thinking they know
who I am.
Just one
quick
little
glance
and an eternal
stamp
laces my soul.
Bi. Sex. U. Al.
You can say it.
I won’t mind.
My hand is as comfortable
in a girl’s
as it is
in a man’s.
My lips do know the touch
of a female
and they longed for another.
So what?
I’m not a SLUT.
I’m not a WHORE.
I’m not ‘undecided’
or just ‘confused’.
And they wonder why I
don’t believe
in their
God.
We were created in his image-
correct?
So then why does this
happen:
“Don’t tell the others,
but Daddy loves
you
the best.”
Is that who you worship?
“I love all my children
equally-
except for you.
You’re going to Hell.”
So here I go
with the homos
and the murderers
the thieves
the harlots
the liars
and in a way I […]
I’m 13 years old.
In and out of depression for two and a half years.
Screw it.
I’ve been in hospital for suicide too.
Therapy, DBT…. the works.
I don’t care anymore.
I. Am. DONE.
Time to die?
Yeah…
That sounds about right.
See ya.
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