Nothing Works

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a work intended to be from the mind of a troubled teenager. This teenager represents the average teen in america who suffers from depression or is opressed by peers or parents.

Submitted: October 28, 2012

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Im afraid of myself im afraid of what will happen nex I worry constantly about what others say and think about me I feel hate towards almost everyone around me I hate the ones I should love, and the ones I love almost always hate me I feel invisible I don’t know my purpose I feel like I don’t make any difference in anyones life I don’t make a difference in anyones life I am useless I don’t think anybody would notice if I went I think that people would be glad to see me gone I don’t know who likes me and who doesn’t I don’t think I can trust anybody I don’t want to trust anybody she hurt me he hurt me they don’t need me why sould I need them I want to be noticed I want tobe liked I want to be accepted I want to be thought highly of but I cant because I cant and that’s all there is to it im not worth the little time off day people give me I feel like nothing I do matters because I just end up screwing everything more when I try to help I fail at a lot of tings I try and then people get mad at me for not trying when I am trying and they don’t see it and I hate it im sick of it I hate not being cared about I hate being something people glance at, then turn their backs on and walk away when something shinier with more bells and flashing lights comes along I don’t know if the other thing ever broke but if the people try to come back to me they cant because ive already gone away and hid and cried and comforted myself because nobody else will and theni see others like me and I try to go to them but I cant because I cant do anything right and then I cry and the others all laugh at me and I try to run away and make them stopbut they are too fast for me and they are too loud and I don’t like them but they just don’t stop and I want to scream but I cant because Icant and I do things to make them stop but I end up taking the blow in the end and it doesn’t do any good and they laugh at me because I did something and it didn’t work and they get louder and louder and they wont shut up and I run and I run and I cant get away and nothing works because I cant do anything right that’s why I cant get away because im weak I cant see good things only badthings all the time everywhere I see the bad things and I cant see thhe good things because the bad things don’t let me see and I am surrounded in darkeness and I lash out in the dark to figure out where I am but then I end up hitting the ones I love and they hate me and then I hate them and then more bad things come and thry pile up and im blocked in and I try to climb out ant I cant but the others clime from outside and they sit and watch and laugh at me failing like I always do and like they always do and they are mean and I don’t like them I hate them and they hate me and I want them to go away but they wont and I try to get away but I cand because I am weak.


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