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I wish and I want...
I wish there was someone I could tell everything to, you know?
I want someone there.
I want someone who actually cares about what I feel and think.
I want someone I can be my true self around.
I want someone who I don't have to hide around.
I want someone who I can tell everything that has ever happened to me, and they will actually listen.
I want someone who isn't afraid of what I might say.
I want to have deep conversations with them.
I want this person do do the same with me.
I want to get over my issues, but it is hard when there is nobody there to help.
I want someone who can help. Just by being there.
You always see best friends in the halls, in restaurants, in class, at the mall.
I want that.
How can you get that though, when nobody is willing to let you open up.
Not to mention your own fear of opening up.
I have no idea how people don't know how NOT OK I am.
But then again, I don't let them see.
I want someone to read all of this.
Yet, I never want anyone to see it.
This all reveals how brOKen I actually am.
How scared I am.
How completely nor normal I am.
It reveals all of my thoughts that run through my head daily,
but nobody ever knows.
How can you keep such a big part of you hidden from the world?
How can they not sense the torture that exists within your heart?
How can they not see the gut-wrenching pain in the flicker of your eyes?
How can they not feel the agony, even for a split second, that I feel every day?
How does nobody know?
How does nobody know?
Why does nobody know?
Why do I feel...like everything in life is always falling apart, when so much is still together?
Why do I feel hate towards myself, when it is others making me feel it?
Why do I blame this on others? But then, how is it my fault?
Why can't I just say this to someone?
Why can't I just tell them that I. NEED. HELP.
Who would I talk to?
Where would I start?
How could I start?
What would happen after?
How do I fix me???
I need fixing.
But I can't do it alone.
How can I?
How can I get fixed, when nobody knows that I am even scratched?
How do I do this?
I need help.
please.
help me
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