I feel so alone. The world is collapsing in my lungs and my stomach turns from not being able to scream. I want to go back to childhood I hate it here. I hate it here. I hate it here. I want to cry over a boy whose affection yearns for someone else. Instead, I\'m running from the end of a knife carving into my own skin with me as the handler. I want to scream my written words, but fear the consequence of a blue gown itching my skin. It\'s society\'s way to label \"crazy\". I hate it here. I hate it here. I hate it here. Feeling so alone.
- it\'s just a joke