Fourteen ☻

How do people not understand that the principle is more important than the action. It shows the motivation and the lack of care for others.

Not normal but not the same, if the only way to describe the blaring thoughts that bounce around inside my brain.

I feel the life drain out of me, but it all started with my brain. Stripped of my 'intelligence' because I had a bad day. I sit down in the exam hall, my time to 'show of all I know,' but how is one test a fair judgement of years of effort, exertion and toil.

You genuinely make me feel like the worst version of myself, and then somehow convince me it is my fault.

How can someone fully believe that their problems are the most important, when they are the reason I go home and cry in to my pillow.

One day I hope I forget the days I wasted sitting alone in my room. All I did was waste my time and fuel my stress with gloom. The stairs to my dreams steepen, slowly with every step, is the pain all worth it or will I just fall down again, lonely and depressed.

The future seems so far away, so we are told, "not to stress". But if my actions now leave behind a knock on affect how am I just supposed to sit still, to rest.

The glitter and sparkles fade, now replaced by an ominous gloom. One that may never switch to a brighter day, one that may never leave you.

Won't be posting for a while as going away and can't be bothered to use the mobile app.

I hate how she treats me, how she’s so cold, But I can’t leave, I can’t be bold. She’s broken, and I can’t walk away, But it's killing me slowly, day by day.