Question

Hello OS :)

Answer 1

I just thought maybe, if I put my feelings into words....it would explain a lot to myself.

To the ones I despise: You've had your chance, over and over again. All your kindness, was a cruel joke. Or maybe I tried to reach out, and you bit my hand off. You can be on of the humans who wouldn't care if I disappeared, the world's weight wouldn't change. Hate is a burden, to see you and have that spark. It burns my being.

To the ones I loved. Or maybe I didn't love you. Love is a burden, and I'm not one to carry it. Perhaps you've used me, just to attempt to sin behind the curtain. When I refused, you made ashes out of me, my heart, my clarity. If one does not wish to love you, why dominate? Being used, is causing me wickedness.

To the ones I love: Only you....only you would care. Even if you don't, I still love you. I'd like to cry in your arms every night, but I do not wish to bother you. Because, you might leave me. It's not great to not feel wanted, loved, or liked. Nobody wants me. A horrible thing.

Answer 2

Attention seeking:

I’d like to point out, it’s not attention seeking. When I was younger, I was able to compress and hide all the hurt I was going through, even when my dad left me. As I grew, more and more things started to come up in my life. My face looked miserable and like it may burst. Then I couldn’t hold it back anymore, days spent crying. Out of our regular 365 days, I take 10 days without crying. It gets terrible, you’d have no problem taking your own life. It’s an emotional drought. When I am provoked, it’s like this.

“I am land, and I am covered in water. Water protects me from my land. My land is wicked, but as time progresses…I get shallow, and shallow. When my spirit and land touch, there’s a horrible beast. Wanting to tear herself, me piece by piece. I wouldn’t mind taking a knife, I wouldn’t mind being ripped and sliced. I just want this to stop.”

Answer 3

I also use to be an extrovert, but pain changes people. Even the little things, music, favorite color, and taste in art. Many of us feel as if no one understands, and you’re right. That’s your pain, you bare it. Sometimes we measure our pain, comparison to others. We may feel as if life owes us. Well, life is a burden too. I use to point the finger, and I’m sorry to those that I have hurt. Words can ruin a person’s life. And hate, oh how we wish hate had power. To burn those who hurt us.

I honestly do think, I will never change. Or be saved, or have peace.

Answer 4

Our pillows, know all of our secrets. Bye for now, I'll put some more stuff up :)

Answer 5

Very fluent and beautiful writing!

Answer 6

this is beautiful and it really touched me, thank you for sharing.

Answer 7

<3

Answer 8

or not cause idc