Sometimes I feel as if I’m
standing on a cliff. Just one small push should just do.
They say that life isn’t easy. I
agree. Life for me isn’t so easy. No matter how hard I try, I always end up
falling. But who will pick me up? And tell me that everything will be alright?
I grew up in a world where words
were only words. They had no meaning. But what kind of child lives in this
world? I did. I grew up with only just my independence. My achievements. My
struggles. No-one to help but me. No matter how much I wanted to change my
life, it just seems like I’m back to square one again.
Everyday seems like the same. The
fake smile. The fake laughter. The fake lies. The same screaming and yelling. The
same things over and over again.
You say you want me to fall in
love. Right? But how can I? When I never knew what the meaning of ‘love’ was. They
say that a child’s experiences help to mold them to be who they are. My experiences
became my scars. The scars helped me understand what kind of world I lived in. My
scars became my fear.
What I’ve learnt over the years
is that no matter what I do, or who I become; I’m nothing but a person with a
fear of her past. Haunt me as much as you can, cause this girl only needs a
simple push to end everything ...
No comments:
Post a Comment