Here

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