No one wants to listen, to hear the voice inside of her that cries out into the world. They block it out calling it wrong and nonsense. Even those close to her call her a loonatic and crazy making her feel like s**t. Is it healthy for a 12 year old to lock herself in a bathroom crying for hours to die because she wants to get rid of the pain and hate that is thrown on her? Why should she have to suffer from the mistakes of her father? He may be trying to help create a better relationship with her but those feelings still leave a permanent mark inside her. A mark like a cut from a blade pressed into the skin. A mark that stays there and reminds you of your past and never goes away leaving the permanent price of pain. On the outisde she laughs and giggles with her friends but on the inside all she longs for is that one person who will take all her pain and suffering away. Making it good and happy again for the first time in a long time. A pilllow. Her hands. The longing for her lungs to be crushed together from the lack of oxygen. She longs to be perfect. To walk, to talk, and to breath like a normal person. Weird, Crazy, Insane. Those words fit, not Normal, Perfect, Happy. These words only play in a list of enternal want and hope. Words she hopes to acheive and to finally feel. She laughs. She cries. She "acts" like a normal kid, but do you know the real her? Do you know the real me? This is me. My sorrow, my hurt, my pain. My eternal damnation.
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