i was being dramatic , sorry , i lied

I screamed into my pillow. Im in so much pain. My wrist hurts so fucking much. My knees hurt. My fucking brain hurts. My feelings hurt. My throat is scratchy. I try so hard to see things from their perspective. But why should i? its not like they try to see it from my perspective. Ive been through so much that they don’t know. Why? Because, “I think I have adhd.” “oh sweetie, everyone does that.” No no no no NO NO NO NO

FUCKING LISTEN TO ME

IM IN PAIN. I HURT MYSELF. I WANT TO DIE. I WANT. TO FUCKING. DIE.

YOU DONT LISTEN.

A sprained wrist hurts less than my fucking depression. And even that you don’t care about. You just care about yourself and act like a fucking victim when I tell you that I feel like you don’t listen to me and dismiss everything I say.

You get sad when I call you out for your shitty behavior and expect me to comfort you. To lie to you and say “oh, no, I lied, actually, everything is fine. It doesn’t hurt anymore. I was being dramatic. Im sorry.” Fuck. You.

n.c.

september 14 , 22