The affects of bullying are more than some
people are ever aware of: You’re so proud
of yourself one minute, then the next you’re sitting
alone, crying, wishing you
could be back in the moment of happiness again. You try your best
at school, home, everything you do, but it isn’t enough.
Most of the time you only feel content for a few minutes and then
you’re deteriorating. You spend all this
time trying to make your life
significant, but after you die, everyone will
forget about you. Maybe not right away, but soon
you’ll just be another person who once walked the
earth, struggling like the rest of us. You wake up
constantly from nightmares, crying,
calling out someone’s name who will never force your
door down, wrap their arms around you, shielding you from all the
bad you’ve ever imagined. No one is going to
wrap their arms around you and shield you. That
only happens in fairy tales that were set up to ensure
you fail. You get your hopes up on
someone who just lets you down. You hope that there is someone
out there who will love you, protect
you, but there is no such person.
There is no such thing as a significant other.
There is no other person. There’s only
you. How can you count on people when they always
leave you? They promise that no matter what
they’ll always be there for you; to
talk, to cry, to
laugh, to be sad
and happy,
everything. They’re only there
for the happy times. If they’re only there half
the time, then what’s the point of them being there at
all? Happiness will never last as
long as we think it will. And if it does, then it isn’t
real happiness. Real happiness only stays with us for a
few moments in life and then it’s gone and might never come
back. You might be provided with fake happiness forever.
I don’t need sympathy or
happiness. Love or
kindheartedness. It’s all nothing to
me. I’d rather be trapped in my own
little world. Living on some unknown
planet where no one will ever find me. Ensnared in some
web of depression. All alone on a gloomy,
silent, freezing planet with murky waters and
deep abyss’ where, if I feel like it, I can untangle myself
from the web and crawl over to one of the many abyss’.
I’ll look down into the deep, dark hole and just throw
myself overboard. Plunging farther and farther down until
I no longer feel the pain of living.