The beging

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I'm 17 and all alone I can't make up my mind for anything. If I hang out with the same people to much I start to feel unwanted. The truth is the only time I feel truly at peace and happy if when I am asleep. Life or death I don't care we're I end up anymore. I don't know how to listen to my hear anymore. Is it even beating still do I even have this so called heart. People tell me I'm sweet and kind but I don't know if I truly am who they think I am.
I don't feel as if I belong anywhere in this world some times I think do I belong with the dead. I feel death with me all the time or is it just the undead I feel. I can never tell. Some days I'm very happy and others I'm sad and all alone. I wonder do they here me? Do they see me? Am I even alive? Or am I just part of the undead wondering around watching the world? So many questions that will never be fully answered. So I'll just lay here maybe cry and think till I die.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 23, 2014 ⏰

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