The voices echo in my head,
“You’re not worth it”
“Just go die”
“Ugly, fat, pig”
“Whore, skank, bitch”
Maybe, one day I might do what the voices tell me. Kill myself, commit suicide, neck it. Isn’t that what they call it these days? They romanticise it; they advertise it; they make movies and books about it, they slander it and they discuss it. Yet, the one thing they yet to discover is the pain that follows. Sure, I’m strong I can handle a few names, a few hits and a few bullies. I just couldn’t handle the pain of someone I love, someone I care about so deeply, someone I would take a bullet for abandon me. You might call me over-dramatic, a “cry-baby” or just pathetic but I am definite that if someone you loved disappear without a trace, and just a note that says …show more content…
Forgive me? Xo, R”
You’d be pretty upset. It shattered me from the inside and out. I became anti-social, obsessed with finding R and demanding an explanation hoping it was a joke and worst of all I had shut everyone out. No-one was sure why, but after a few months no-body cared. Everyone else moved on. I was a tad offended that they didn’t care but I was relived. I no longer had to force a smile, fake anything. Nobody cared, unless they were involved they didn’t want to hear or see your own problems well, unless it benefits
“You’re not worth it”
“Just go die”
“Ugly, fat, pig”
“Whore, skank, bitch”
Maybe, one day I might do what the voices tell me. Kill myself, commit suicide, neck it. Isn’t that what they call it these days? They romanticise it; they advertise it; they make movies and books about it, they slander it and they discuss it. Yet, the one thing they yet to discover is the pain that follows. Sure, I’m strong I can handle a few names, a few hits and a few bullies. I just couldn’t handle the pain of someone I love, someone I care about so deeply, someone I would take a bullet for abandon me. You might call me over-dramatic, a “cry-baby” or just pathetic but I am definite that if someone you loved disappear without a trace, and just a note that says …show more content…
Forgive me? Xo, R”
You’d be pretty upset. It shattered me from the inside and out. I became anti-social, obsessed with finding R and demanding an explanation hoping it was a joke and worst of all I had shut everyone out. No-one was sure why, but after a few months no-body cared. Everyone else moved on. I was a tad offended that they didn’t care but I was relived. I no longer had to force a smile, fake anything. Nobody cared, unless they were involved they didn’t want to hear or see your own problems well, unless it benefits