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Another night...
I am tired tonight, as I am every night. I realize my life, what I will never have... and I tell myself that many have less than me. But who can say that objects are a factor of happiness? Not me. Tonight I'm crying to get rid of it, it's surely better than using a blade... yet I couldn't say why exactly I'm crying. I know some specific factors but not all... the school quickly became a hell disguised as paradise, people stabbed me in the back with poisoned knives or left at the worst times... To tell you the truth, I don't dare write anywhere else but here. In fact I want to get out of this, but I don't believe in myself anymore... and everything makes me believe that I don't have to get up... So tonight I'm still crying for the same reasons, I'm justifying this pain with that without really knowing everything... And tonight again the drops of salt water are poured out when I'm alone, and it's my pillow that receives them, it as the only witness of my broken soul..
© The_trans_boy
© The_trans_boy
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