I'm alone. As always, I should be used to it by now. I'm not. I feel like no one understands me, no one knows what I'm going through or how I feel. All of my thoughts and feelings are bottled up inside me, and they'll stay that way too... until that bottle breaks. I've got so much to say, but little room to say it. I've been hurt, but I'll stay strong. I won't give up on life. I won't fall down... not again, not like last time. I'm through with razors, tears, and scars. I'm going to start over with my life. No more praying to die, no more crying myself to sleep, I'm done... or so I say. I wish it was that easy, but words are words, actions take actions. "It's easy!" she told me, but she doesn't know the half of it. So once again, my heart will crack, my pencil breaks, my eyes will start to sting with the tears of a lost life and tomorrow, nothing will be different. I wish starting over was as easy as it sounds, but it's not. At least not for me. I wish I could change, maybe my family would want me again. Maybe I'd be loved back by someone. Maybe I'd be happy again. Maybe... or maybe not. So once again, I'll close my eyes, and this book drenched with lies, turn off the light and pray tomorrow will be a better day.
-Hanna™
"He was crippled, but only his body was cracked...
...so she closes the holy book of lies and closes her eyes."
-Thirteen
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