Beaten Down.
by admin • July 27, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 4 Comments
And here I am, standing out for the world to see, because I’m too stubborn to hide.
I’m crying, but I’m hiding it.
My head is down, and I’m already hurt.
I’ve already quit, heck, I never even fought back. I walked away. For the first time in my life, because I cared too much about the enemy.
But they keep hitting me.
Over and over.
I’m tired of being called names because I’m sick. It’s obvious you’re too ignorant to see it. I’m not the stupid emo girl. DAMN IT. I can’t help how I feel, and I’m not being dramatic.
Before this went down, S, you told me to go get help.
I need it.
I need help.
Maybe I’ll get some meds or something, and maybe I’ll be okay.
I really just want you to go away, N.
Just go away.
Stop saying these things to me.
Stop saying these things about me.
Everything I do is wrong, and grounds for persecution.
That’s fine that you don’t want to be friends, but Jesus Christ on a tricycle, do you have to be this horrible to me?
uff da gracious… this letter packs quite a punch, if i may be so bold. want to talk?
–friend
whoops, forgot to check box for notification…
Hey, sure, why not?
Where would you like me to start, sunshine?
whoa, sunshine? got a friend at school who calls me that sometimes.. makes me smile :}
how about the part where you say you need help?
help with…?
(obviously there’s something going on with you and these folks, i’m looking deeper, tell me more?)
–friend