What did I do to deserve this?
I was a good kid. I get good grades. I behaved well. I did what everyone asked me to do.
Why?
Waking up seems like a hard thing to do. Knowing full well that it’s never the same anymore.
The home I grew up loving.
The people I used to look up to.
The faces that used to be my safe place.
The voices that used to calm me.
Maybe I wasn’t enough for them.
Or maybe I was just a kid.. wanting to be loved.
Tears flooded in my room. Wishful thinking as I stared at the roof.
I can’t breathe.
Can someone help me?
Please.
