This life was not made for me. I am not strong. I cannot survive.
I am a murderer. I am a coward. I am a freak. I am a mistake.
What life is this? Is this a sick joke God decided to play on me? Is this the end he has decided me? But it’s too late. I have made my decisions. I would like to die. This time I’m not holding on. I will let go.
I will accept my cowardice.
No longer will I have to live with the guilt, with the pain, with the scars, with the bullies, with the social anxieties and bulimia. I won’t have to face my unforgiving and untrustworthy father. I won’t have to face the wreck of my perfect brother. I won’t have to face my sister who I am breaking with my pain.
I know others have struggles much greater than mine, but I still have my own pain. Because I have not lived another life and this life is the only pain I have known. Therefore, I cannot be wrong.
It is not me who is the killer here. Life itself and all its surprises is the killer. Bullies Kill.
I will run from life, like myself running from a bully in the hallways of a school who said they could help.
I will greet my end, death, like an old friend. Like my destiny. Like something I would always have to face.
No one has seen this book. This tale.
These invisible struggles.
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Invisible Struggles
Teen Fiction“Please don't hate me, I'm only me and you’re only you. Maybe we can relate?” Eva Darby is 14 years old. To others it looks like she has a normal life, her few true friends may even find it perfect. Marco knows otherwise. Eva has been abused by her...
