....Depression.
Hello.
I need to relieve some stress right now. This goes for a majority of my classmates and anyone else that has shunned me.
I am not anyone's object.
I am a living, breathing human, for christ's sake.
All I am to you is a emotionless, unimportant thing in the background that is only a step up to your success.
You use me to get a laugh form others. You continuously harass me to make you appear a funnier, more successful human. Just to show off some pride. Pride.
I am just a object to create cruel laughter towards myself and form popularity for you, in your eyes.
No.
You say that you do not care for anyone's amount of communication skills, attractiveness, drama.
And yet, you follow those types of humans like a pack of starving wolves, willing to do anything for an include in the group. You lie. I'm only to get noticed to you when I make a mistake. When I get humiliated.
You find that so pleasing to watch my errors, my embarrassment. And yet you laugh to stab at my emotions.
Laughter. Interesting how I found that to relieve stress at times, before everything burst apart.
Now, in my eyes, it's only a way to wordlessly slice depression through a mind. To jeer, or taunt one's actions.
Why must it be this way?
I don't understand.
I try hard to be as kind as possible to everyone I encounter. Yet, they use this to stomp all over me. It's something I don't necessarily want to stop doing. It's in my nature. I've been raised to show kindness whenever possible. But how wrong everything turned out in the end. Most days the only solution is crying in private until I can sob no more, when my eyes are dry. But the wounds never heal in just a day.
No, they never do.
I've been permanently affected by your actions, like a leg that has been cut off. The leg never grows back. Yes, you can get a fake prosthetic leg to cover it up, but it always is still there.
Please, stop this. For the sake of keeping one happy.
-Cotton
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