Sometimes when you're at your lowest ,don't think it can get any worse. There's always one human , one human who lives on the same planet as you ,who can change your world. Your mind , simply who can change you. You never know ,who this person is. S...
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Another week.
Another week full of tears, pain and without help.
I feel like it's going more and more. Well, Im afraid to say it out loud so that it doesn't get worse than it currently is.
I'm trying, my body is trying, but the longer it goes on, my body won't make it.
I never thought I would feel so helpless, weak and desperate.
Every day I am haunted by nightmares, which become a reality the next day and no one can see it.
Only I experience the pain here and I bear the consequences for basically nothing.
Every day I come and go with bruises, scars that suddenly heal, and another ones replace them.
I can't even describe the pain. My body is used to the pain I endure the shortest, but what I'm most sorry about is my mother.
Mother
The person who gave you life and helps you grow up should stand by your child's side, right? Unfortunately, my "mother" is on the side of evil. On the side of someone the devil sent to destroy lives and never let him down.
There are things I hold in my broken heart. My walls are built high, but the higher they are, the more pain they receive.
I don't tell anyone the deepest secrets. I don't trust anyone enough to endure what I'm going through and how much pain I endure.
My best friend. Rick. He's always been here for me. He saw the painful marks on my hands. However, he didn't know that there were many more. I always kept it asecret or played it and he always trusted me. At least that's what it looked like.
Not that I don't believe him. It's hard to trust someone when people change.
My English teacher Mr. Naylor broke me out of my thoughts cause he was yelling on my classmates. Not on me.
My grades have gotten worse lately, not only that, I don't have the energy to learn, but the presence of my teacher doesn't help much because i really like him.
Black thick and soft hair that falls into his eyes, that he always has to put it back with his hand. A beautiful face full of art that you could watch for hours. His ocean blue eyes evoke peace and quiet, but sometimes fear.
But not the fear that you want to escape. I haven't figured out what type it is yet.
Sharp jaw, along with soft cheeks that have few freckles on each cheek. Perfectly full lips and mouth from which comes his beautiful voice, whenever he says something.
