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Everything is falling apart now, is there no place left where I can stand? I am hated everywhere I go. Do I really scare people that much? I am told that I need to lighten up. Well I have tried but I have had adulthood shoved upon my shoulders. I am not as free as you are and yet I am not as enslaved as you are. You hate and fear those who are different from you, but I sympathize with them, I accept them for who they are not what they can or can’t do. I am slowly dieing inside there is no way to free myself from this fate, but I will not give up. I feel the weight of worlds; I feel the pain of so many people.



I have been entrusted with some of the darkest secrets that people have. I did not ask to be told them, but I did not force these people away. I know what it is like to keep stuff like that hidden away for years. I know that it eats away at you.



I myself have secrets. I have constantly written about the darkness inside of me, but I have never hinted at what it is. Well here is my secret for all the world to see. I am failed suicide; I am more then one failed suicide. I have died time and time again in my head but I have failed every time that I have tried it. I know now that it happened to me for a reason. For I am now able to understand, people better. I can see the souls of the people around me. I have been hated because I sit in a corner and listen, and yet those same people who hate me and mock me in public, share their tattered pasts with me in the shadows.



I am not a saint nor am I a sinner I am merely human, and I am barely that. There is a future here for everyone; I am still looking for mine.