Come on I will give you a tour A place where people have been before A place where people come and go People came in and said hello Promise that they are more Only to leave a note by the door Saying that they have to go And that they don't need me anymore
My heart, like a rest stop is just a shelter for a short while
The thought of you terrified me at first. Another reason for someone to never love me. It brought me to tears. But when I heard my diagnosis… I smiled. I was relieved. My thoughts. My obsessions. My compulsions. They now had a name. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. OCD for short. My thoughts no longer defined me. They weren’t a part of me anymore. I knew what to call them. They had a name. And maybe since I knew their name, I could tell them to ******* leave.
We live in a world surrounded with friendly monsters disguised as friends, family, relatives and folksters. Be wary of whom you let tame you and be wary of whose cage and stables you enter into for it will be invisible behind pretty smiles hidden behind small talks and small walks in dangerous aisles a journey seeming utterly beautiful like snowflakes in winter but in reality, they’ll all use you, disgrace you and leave you bitter.
I wrote this back in 2018, lol sometimes i find scribble saved all over that i had completely forgot about
Do I wanna leave? Or do I just wanna stay with you? What’s the point of this whole thing if I don't know what I’m gonna be? What do I do with my life? Where would I be without you? Think my health’s important, but how important could it be if they’re shoving homework down the throats of kids at 17?
I know I’ll regret staying in this whole thing, but when it ends they’d all love me. Doing it all for the wrong reasons. Maybe one day I’ll know what’s right. But what if it’s wrong to leave? What if this is what I’m meant to be but I might come out of it dead. Just wanna see what it’s like. Could **** me just to save time. It’s not worth the time if it cuts out years of my life, due to stress. The only reason to stay is for the "what ifs" and nothing else, so maybe I should leave. Not that that would be saving my mom any money But it’s whatever, I suppose. I’m better than I used to be, but I wasn’t built for this life. Is it self-hatred to say I wouldn’t make it? or is it protecting myself from death by mental illness?
I’ll think it over, I still have some time. Just feel like I’m misleading everyone, not that they thought that this thing was for me. But what if it was? Not that it has more positives than the opposite. They asked me if I’ll leave and I said maybe. I just turned 15, and I think I might leave ib.