So far yet so close. Sounds very cliche' right? But it's true. Very much true. Everyone who surrounds me seems so distance. They're hiding from me. It's scary, very scary actually. I don't wanna be alone. I'm terrified of being alone. I have a problem though. Even though I notice that they are a distance away, I do nothing to bring them back close to me. I guess this is how I keep losing friends.
Even when I am around them. All I hear is whispers. Secrets among friend to friend. Secrets that no one dares to tell me, even if its about me or not. I try to talk to them but I get lied to everytime. Their eyes never meet mine. Some don't even look at me. It crushes my heart to see them so far away. Leaving me behind.
They do it over and over again not realizing how much sorrow I'm going through. I wanna to them to stop being so far, to stop hiding things, just to stop and be close to me again like we have in the past. But those request are selfish and shall remain a selfish secret request that'll shall never be told. It hurts through. It truly hurts to feel the distance. I feel like having a mental breakdown everytime I hear the whispers. It's like reading their minds but I'm only reading their facial expression. But it still speaks to me. I feel unwanted, unneeded, unimportant. I wonder when my travels through this crucial fate will end.
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Suicidal Journal
Teen FictionEnter a mind of one who is confused. Someone who has no one to talk to. Someone who agonizes in pain and desperation. This is a story about a typical teen's suicidal journal. *please note that this story is written poetically*
