Cry and make the pain come out. Release. only difference is that now the pain fills the room instead of just the being.
I cry for my pain…but also for the pain of others who suffer like i do. its funny how the world alwayz seems oblivious to the way that ure feeling.
Is darkness really that bad? the answer is no. It hides me from their sight,and it sorrounds me…heals me…comforts me and protects me. It saves me from my worst enemy. My own mind.
The mirrors…they intimedate. But the reflection;it causes pain. Do i really care that much about what others think?
Does my face define me>? or do i define it….They say the body dies but the soul lives on….does it really? coz if thats how things are….then why do people who are “ugly” or “different” have to go through so much hell and humiliation.
That phrase is just something people use to comfort themselves.
I want to be skinnier….i want to be prettier….but is that really what i want? or is it just the acceptance?
One day i keep telling myself. One day i will understand….i guess. My life is in noone elses hands but my own….but then why do i feel like i need their approval and support? the numbness…its easier….it frees me…helps me to believe that one day things will change…and even if they dont ill be indifferent….
who knows…maybe one day things will change and man will no longer judge by appearance…but by the way things truely are…by the truth.
just a thought….welcome to my mind….peace im out
-Unkeptsecret