Minutes feel like hours days feel like years.Can’t get these fleeting thoughts of misery out of my head.I’m nearing the end I can feel it.I climb the 8 floors of an open parking garage multiple times a week trying to gather the courage to toss myself over the edge and end all the torment that I feel inside .I can’t get any peace no matter what I do I end up feeling so alone so sad so empty .I failed there’s nothing else to do nothing else to say.
There’s this stairwell that leads to the edge of a cliff.
If those steps consists of this…
To be Rejected.
To be Dissapointed.
To feel Unloved.
To feel Alone.
To be/feel Depressed.
To be/feel Disregard.
To have no one to turn to.
To be ignore everytime.
Then I’m so damn close to the edge.
this is me..
myra..
today was another bad day for me at school..
im still being picked on..
teased.
rumors are apread about me..
lies are said..
while im keeping everything inside..
nobody knows myy life..
nobodys knows what ive gone thrui
nobody knows how much im keeping inside whle others add more to it..
why me..? im not mean to people…
im not sloppy im not disrespectfulll and i never act like im better…
i am stilll on the edge ..
i have a choice im going to think about..
take acoupple steps forward and fall?
or take acoupple steps back […]