20 February 2013
I'm writing this in a bathtub in a plain green notebook crying. I'm trying, I swear I'm trying but it's just so hard to stay alive these days and the depressions like a thunderstorm and I'm still trying to find the right words but the waters gone cold and these are the stories I must tell.
I'm trying not to cry but the sobs hit me like a titanium truck and I find it easier to just wash away you see, it's calm under the waves in the blue of my oblivion.
I hope your happy now, that an empty girl has died inside, wasted away with every word washed her way. And she didn't get help because nobody noticed. Well, Nobody cared. She was such a good actress. She deserves an Oscar for her role as Happy Child. Even though shes a backround charecter in everyones life. even her own.
People speak, remind her of the saying. "Sticks and stones" Well, sticks and stones have broken bones but words caused fresher wounds. Bloody Painfull Scars that you can't see, Scars that are scribbles on sheets of old paper. Oh, it hurts. Like the heaviest fur coat is weighing down her heart.
What a fatass says society. She's Emo. Ugly. Unloved. Stupid. Sterotypical. Dramatic. A Slut. Attention whore. Ungrateful. She should just kill herself.
So she does.
Oh what a shame, says society, she was so amazing. Beautiful. Kind. Happy. Nice. A social butterfly. Pretty. Dedicated. LOVED. She should just come back.
But she doesn't.
Stick ands stones may break your bones and leave love on the shelf, but words so mean, unkind, unclean, caused her to kill herself.
Believe me • Opuss № I