Life is moving on too quickly. People are proving that they can no longer be trusted as much as she had once thought. Her feelings are tossed around like they don’t mean jack. She feels betrayed and let down, ignored and silenced, judgement and ridicule, anger and emptiness. She no longer loves the things she used to. She’s changed completely. She is standing up more, but clamping up more, living as though she is free but is hiding one big secret of her life. She feels that she can’t trust no one, and that they wont listen or care. She is fragile, she just wants to be understood. She doesn’t know how to express her feelings. She chickens out of getting help. Every time. No fail. She doesn’t know why she even bothers. She feels as though no one cares. She is so lost and insecure. She just wants to hide and be alone. She likes the darkness or night, but hates that she can’t see. She feels as though she is judged every time she moves an inch, if she does her work, or if she does nothing. She is over trying. She is over trying to please everyone. To be perfect. To be the best. To be herself. To be accepted. She couldn’t even care anymore. She just wants it all to end. And at times she knows that if she just holds on, tomorrow might be a better day? But when is there ever a day where nothing goes wrong?