Everything's Dark.

Confessions of a Teenage Girl

It's hard to cope with everything I feel inside.

Part of me feels empty and hollow.

The other part feels heavy and weighed down with an insidious sadness. 

Everything is jumbled together in one mess and I just want to breathe.

How can something as simple as breathing become a difficult task?

When did getting out of bed become a fight?

And how can someone who has the world at their fingertips,

feel the need to cut their skin?

It's no secret I need help.

But what do I do when I'm crying out for help,

I'm screaming with scars to prove it, and no one's listening?

I just want to dissapear because I keep mixing up

the things I'm feeling

and the reality of everything else.

Somehow I'm caught in the middle of my mind and

the desire to be happy.