Underneath it all.
Sometimes I wonder who I am. What’s my purpose in this world. Where do I belong? I’m losing myself in the process of trying to figure out where I’m suppose to go.
Nothing fits in the puzzle I’m trying to build.
My past is haunting me.
The way that someone who’s supposed to love you ruined your childhood.
And the one you thought you loved with all your heart can just throw you around, beat you until your near death, and play with your emotions.
I just want to get out.
Be free from all this pain I feel. There’s so many people around me yet I’ve never felt so alone.
I hate my job. I feel like I have to be a whole different person just to satisfy their standards.
I don’t belong here. Here in this awful city where everything reminds me of what I’ve been through.
I want to tell my family how I feel and the reason why I want to leave, but they don’t know who I am. They only know a person I created to please those around me.
This is not who I am. I am a depressed child, living through anger.
I’ve been through a lot yet they have no clue what it is that’s causing me to be this way right at this moment.
I just want to cry. At least then I’ll feel a little bit better.
But what do I do once my tears have dried up?
