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.