You know those stares, I like to call them deep stares, where you aren’t really looking at anything, and yet you are looking at everything. I feel like I have been in one of those my whole life. A monotonous stare, a long, delayed stare, nothing focused on in particular, just open-ended nothingness, lost, I suppose. I feel like death ran over twice. Everything piles up one everything, overlapping, and overpowering me until I am lifeless. Everything about me screams failure at the top of its lungs. I can’t seem to be truly happy, not for a minute. There are fake bursts of laughter, a glimpse or hint of a smile, but those are outside feelings, not inside. I just want to sleep forever, then I could forget well, everything. honestly, i feel like no simple band-aid will fix this would, because it keeps opening up, bleeding, painfully burning. I now realize that i will always feel alone, and scared, and most of all, hurt |
Submission Name: Teenage angst
