Can I be beautiful to someone?
I’m literally to the point where I’m keeping myself alive each day, waiting for someone to magically come and save me. Someone that will have made the wait worth while. Someone that won’t give up on me and will understand me. I’m staying alive to see just how long it takes for every single person to abandon me and hate me and prove me right that I’m unlovable and worthless. That has to be why I feel this way? Why I cry myself to sleep. Why I’m so hurt by the world I walk around with an indescribable pain in my chest. I would love anyone that gave me the time of day so ridiculously deep they wouldnt know how to react to my love, but no-one even sees me. I thought I was blind to the world but the world is blind to those who aren’t happy and perfect. Anyone in pain or different or alone doesn’t exist. They don’t fit in with society. They’re damaged and are to be left for dead. Only, we the damaged won’t die. We can’t bring ourselves to commit that act, we can only wait around wasting our lives away, next to dead, waiting for someone to come take that pain we carry away and tell us that it wasn’t all for nothing. -emma
Inside of each of us is a personal hell..
The amount of notebooks I’ve filled just to kill time and distract me from them…
Ever wanted to just crash your car to make them stop? Or walk a little too close to the edge of the cliff?…
They don’t leave once you notice them.. they never stop.