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I speak my mind, And I'm rewarded with blank stares. "You're too young to not feel fine!" Yet I wake up every day to despair. I feel my hands trembling. I see their confusion. They aren't understanding. They yell at me to come back in unison. I'm only Thirteen, And I feel as if I have the weight of the world, Weighing down on me. Suffocating me, blocking out all my words. I write with my blood, I've watched my arms be drained, They see my cuts, And ask me how it happened. They think I'm too young to feel pain, But I have it in Spades. I can't tell them how it happened, so I run into the rain, Panting, exhausted, and lost, just looking for somewhere to stay. They don't understand, Your just a kid, Are you mad? Just because I'm young doesn't stop pain from digging a pit for me. I crawl into the pit every time, Knowing it's the only peace I'll ever have, Even if it is discomforting. They see me suffer in silence, with a confused look, they'll never understand such a young soul to be tormented like this.
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
Young.
I speak my mind, And I'm rewarded with blank stares. "You're too young to not feel fine!" Yet I wake up every day to despair. I feel my hands trembling. I see their confusion. They aren't understanding. They yell at me to come back in unison. I'm only Thirteen, And I feel as if I have the weight of the world, Weighing down on me. Suffocating me, blocking out all my words. I write with my blood, I've watched my arms be drained, They see my cuts, And ask me how it happened. They think I'm too young to feel pain, But I have it in Spades. I can't tell them how it happened, so I run into the rain, Panting, exhausted, and lost, just looking for somewhere to stay. They don't understand, Your just a kid, Are you mad? Just because I'm young doesn't stop pain from digging a pit for me. I crawl into the pit every time, Knowing it's the only peace I'll ever have, Even if it is discomforting. They see me suffer in silence, with a confused look, they'll never understand such a young soul to be tormented like this.
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13/M/my own mind
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
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