"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Monday, May 3, 2010

sitting in the back
whirring silently as everything blurs
my mind goes blank
screams echo in my ears and lights flash behind my closed eyes
it's all gone and I'm done
no one notices as I wait for it all to stop
for it all to end
for it all to be finished
for it all to stop hurting.
everyone thinks X but it's actually Y
and there's no way X could be the answer because Z happened, remember?
I want someone to understand me the way I understand me.
i want someone to know when to care and when to let me be.
i want silence in my head
I want to not sound crazy when I have to tell myself to be quiet.
I want to be loved by someone other than my parents.
I need to know who I am.

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