Me and my friend drew this during church.
If only you knew.
Friends? I have about three.
Trust? Everyone besides those three ruined that for me. My friends, my true friends, find it so hard to talk to me because of that.
Love? I build too many walls. I’m scared of the unknown. I’m scared of getting slapped in the face with the harsh reality of loosing someone. Again.
Family? They’re just as bad as the rest. We fight non stop. The bipolar that runs through our veins affects our relationships.
Boyfriend? My issues tore our relationship apart. He and I may not mean anything to you. We may not be perfect. But we’re perfect for each other. And we will get through everything. Together.
School? Just the thought of school makes me want to crawl in my bed and sleep the day away. Then wake up tomorrow just to do the same thing.
Girls? All we do is everything that we shouldn’t do.
Guys? Y’all are so rude and mean and it’s like y’all don’t even are.
God? Where were you when I needed you? Why did you have to let me go through that? Why me? Why now? Why this? I’m tired of asking these questions! I don’t believe in the saying, He’ll never give you more than you can handle. He will. He has given that to me. I realized without being pushed to endure what we think we can not, would we even need Him?
Pain? It’s all around. Everybody. Everyday. It lives inside my heart.
My smile? It’s not as pretty as you think. My smile is like a mask. It holds in everything I actually feel and want to say.
Anger? I’m so mad right now… I wish I was done here. This world.
This world? Makes me sick.
That’s all for now.
