Sometimes, I just wish I could roar, shout, scream and kick. I get home and all I get is parents nagging at me all day long. I've had enough of their endless complains and naggings. As much as I appreciate their concerns for me, I just want some peace and quiet without them going on and on as though it'd help me one bit.
Why is it nobody ever listens to me when I talk? My classmates don't listen, people don't listen, even parents don't listen. Am I non-existent? Are my opinions and feelings worth nothing? Why is it that the whole world seems to deserve their right to shoot their f**king mouths off while I always have to keep quiet? Do I not derserve to rant, rave and have my own space? Am I not human? Am I worth nothing?
I've had enough bullsh*t from work and school, now I come home I still have to endure the noise. Does anyone ever understand my sorrows, my stress and anything I do at all? Does anyone ever care about the loneliness, isolation and misery I go through? I'm only glad I never reached the edge where I begin to contemplate suicide. I seem to have a determination not to die by my own hands, rather wanting to go away with honor and glory. I'd rather die a hero or not die at all.
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