We are the wretched ones the brokens.We have no idea about how to put ourselves together.The blank ones whose become solid in their heart.Lost the way of home in high school and don’t know if we still have a place to call home.We are the dark ones labelled as damaged or unstable.Don’t know a way out of our mess but it is not because of we are not trying ,it is because of we don’t know ,even how to begin.We can’t even trust ourselves .How can we trust anyone around us? We hated every inch of our skin our body and every part of our personality.Too quick to be broken and too fragile . We felt that our skin was shattering in pieces.Our eyes are hurting and burning till dawn.Just because we don’t want to get hurt by other people we were abusing ourselves . We were saying that we were literally hating ourselves . Maybe we were the problem,the wrong part, was us.We know it is not about inner demons or overthinking.What if it was all about us, after all?Because we were the creator of inner demons. We just didn’t know a way out of them , a way to find our path to life to our real selves.Away from the person who fight against her/hisself.Even we don’t love ourselves.How can we ask other people to love us?We was becoming really sad in really really deep down.But still faking, still holding up on a smile.Then we started to wonder,we were doing the things once we told ourselves “ How bad i get,how bad i do i am never going to do this.”When will we stop hating ourselves?Was it because of we were growing , we were changing?No it wasn’t.It was because of us ,just us,purely ourselves.And we knew it.But the worst part was that everybody around us were just saying “ Life is beautiful,it is worth living just cheer up”.We know believe us, we know and we are trying but you shouldn’t blame us just because we couldn’t making it ,we are trying with everything we have.We can’t do it when we are feeding the hate we have against ourselves regularly.We are thinking about every choice we had when we screwed everything.All of the things we did wrong,all of the dreams we gave up .Will we ever going to worth someones love?Will we ever going to make a choice that going to give us love not agony?Will we ever going to find a way to love ourselves.How much more scars we can deal with?The walls we build is tightening us up. We were screaming but nobody was hearing us even we can’t hear ourselves.For truth we wanted to tell someone to let them understand but how can we expect others to understand us even if we can’t understand us?Once there were little lost children believed in they can change the World and make it better place and help people.After some events they understand they can’t.But they know trying don’t make any harm . They can make a light and make darkness fade away .But the scariest part of this is in the end when all the darkness fade away will we still be ourselves?
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