I have that feeling again, the one where I just wanna lay in bed all day and hide away from the rest of the world..but it's raining today. I love the rain.
Get up, go look at myself in the mirror "u never no," i say to my reflection "u might feel like living today." Though of course I never do. Walk out of my room to see three people..who are they again? o that's right..that's my sister and my parents. What part do they have in my story? They were never there to hear it or to even awknolage my pain. They never knew I had this big black pit in my soul, I waited for them to notice my depression but they never did. I walk onto the bus, sit down, and look around. These are my so called friends.. they giggle and laugh yet I cry and hide, y do I do that? Hiding doesn't do anything but save u from havin to explain ur pitiful behavior. So y not just keep it in? And let out the sorrow in a different way, maybe a poem, a story, or a picture? That was four years ago and that's still my morning today. Because of my way of thinking it caused me to wake up and look at things from a completely different angle, it led me to be the more mature girl I am now. I'm ok with who I am even if that does mean I walk around with a pit in my heart..