Many people who are hurting within seem to have the most interesting back stories.
I, however, am just empty.
There could be many reasons I am the way I am but I think it is just my mind.
The thing with mental illness is that you are physically okay but your brain tells you that you aren't. You are screaming for help when there isn't a mark on your body.
My brain is a padded room, blank walls surrounding me as I just sit.
My exterior, however, is different. It is full of life and humor, inviting everyone in that walks past me. Once they enter, though, they see the lack of color, the lack of life.
I know that there is color somewhere. There is joy somewhere. There is laughter somewhere. There is life somewhere.
I have the key to my brain but I don't even trust myself to unlock it.
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FanfictionWe're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning t...
