Tuesday, 19 May 2009
08:06:55 PM (GMT)
"I am alone. My heart has twisted, and hidden away in the dark corridors of my
emotions. I feel that I have lost my right to be alive. I don't belong. I'm the
puzzle piece that doesn't fit. I'm wrong. I am empty. I am unimportant. I am useless.
I am ugly. I am stupid. I'm suicidal. I hear the way they talk about me, I hear what
they say. I'm not good enough. I'm not talented enough. As my tears begin to fall I
shiver and glance at the analog clock on the wall next to the broken mirror leaned
against the closet door. It's late. I have to get up early in the morning. My hair
falls into my eyes and I sigh audibly. My thoughts jumble in my head as I lie down
and turn over, Watching the shadows cast apun my window by the bone like trees
outside, blinklessly. My head is pounding with my anger, and the hate I feel. I'm
scared at how I want to die, But I'm terrified of how I want to kill. I can't take it
anymore. As I begin to cry again, I clench my eyes shut and let the nightmares take
hold of my unconscious thoughts. Maybe tomorrow will be better. But I doubt it."
Just a scrap.
I'm having writers block.
I'm upset today.