The cries of a broken girl

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Loving yourself is the second most important choice you'll ever have to make. Deciding if you want to continue living is the first. My story is within these pages, and I'm asking you now, if you
face any of these battles, reach out for help. It is NEVER too late to being the healing process.

Submitted: July 29, 2018

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I’m sitting in my room, as usual.

Tears are running down my face,as usual.

I am feeling sad, as usual.

I am tired of being sad,

And I am tired of pretending to be ok when I am so close to just cracking.

 

But I have to smile for everyone, like I am one of their puppets.

I have to pretend that I am not hurt by what they say, even if they don’t mean it.

I’m tired of wanting to cut open my wrists, and feel the blood dribbling down.

I am TIRED of not being okay.

I am tired of hearing the voices, screaming, and yelling that I am not good enough, that I am not thin enough, I am tired of the sinister laughter that follows.

I am TIRED of being left by those who promised to never leave me.

I am TIRED of being hurt.

I am TIRED of being the person that everyone leaves once they’ve found someone better.

I am TIRED of thinking that I am alone, even though I know I am not.

I am tired of listening to the lies I tell myself, and believing them.

I am tired of pretending to be happy.

I am tired of thinking about everything that is wrong with me.

I am TIRED of not being GOOD ENOUGH FOR MYSELF.

 

I am tired of having to hold in the sobs, just because I don’t want to look weak in front of those that have been strong.

I am tired of laying in a ball each night, curled up, wishing I would just stop breathing.

I am tired of being me.

I am tired of life, but I have to keep living for those around me that need me, and lean on me.

I am tired, oh, so tired, but I will just get used to it, like the ache in my heart that never goes away, no matter what.

I will get used to it, and I will continue living.

For now.

 


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