If I died tomorrow, would you notice? Life has a funny way of forgetting. It especially forgets those that don't matter. I'm tired of pretending to be happy. I'm tired of not being able to explain myself. I'm tired of always being told to shut up. I'm tired of people asking me to speak, then getting upset when I do. I'm tired of my parents asking what's wrong, then telling me to stop complaining when I tell them. I'm tired of constantly being afraid that he'll hurt me. I'm tired of pretending like I'm okay, even after seeing what he's said without me there. I'm tired of being a burden. I'm tired of people worrying about me. I'm tired of being alive. I'm not afraid of death. But will I prove my weakness by taking my life? Or will it show everyone just how much pain I was in? What's the point in showing them through death, when they refused to notice in life.
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Depressing Thoughts
RandomThese are just thoughts I have here and there. I feel that I can't share them with people I know, so might as well share them with strangers, no?
