neonMiracles

I'm alright. The pain of all the bullying is killing me from the inside. The cuts can only speak of stories that I cannot say aloud. When my blood flows out, my pain follows. I have amazing friends. Truly, caring, loving friends. I am not alone, but I am. I even have a loving boyfriend. However, they all fall victim to my illusion of happiness. I want to sit in a field with my love, without a care in the world. To sit and watch the clouds above go by. For once, instead of tears, giggles of pure bliss. However, if I am happy, others are not. So I will subdue my happiness for them. I will sit in my own pain of loathing, in hopes they will

 Do you remember when you were a young child, watching Disney Princess movies, yearning for your prince charming and a fairy tale life? The happiness is what we all wanted to achieve, because we all wanted love. It's what we, as females, wanted more than anything in the world. However, that never happens. Love, my friends, is not a fairytale. It's a game. It will take your innocence, the little bit that you have in this cruel dark world, and destroy it slowly. It's similar to what happened to me. That, and a shit ton of mental abuse from my parents, and you get this awkward mess of a human. Puberty honestly doesn't help much either, so you kn

 "So when did this start?" "What do you mean ‘this’?" "This behavior.” "Oh... No one knows. " "I believe that's a valuable piece of information, don't you believe so, darling?” “ That may be true.. but..” “ But what?” The woman fell silent, unable to respond. She looked at the white door in desperation, hoping, maybe, just maybe, the girl would come to her senses. Couldn’t she see that she was going to –  The woman couldn’t finish her thought.  The woman, her brunette hair falling in her face, began to tear a little and looked down. The man, a little taller than the wom