I don’t yet have a clue ware I am going with this. I don’t yet have a clue what I am trying to say here. All I no right now is that I have something deep with in screaming to get out. Screaming for the world to here it. What that is I don’t yet no. I don’t have the slightest clue. But just bare with me and I will try to find out.
I might be trying to say how it hurts. How everything hurts. Even painless things hurt. Just existing hurts. Or maybe not.
I might be trying to say how hard it is, and how I don’t understand. But that’s not true.
I think what I’m trying to say is that I need help. And I no exactly how to get it. But I am too afraid to reach out. I am too afraid to seek my help. To tell the ones I no can help.
That might be it. That would make sense I suppose. But… I don’t need help. I am just fine. So what am I trying to say? What am I screaming? I don’t know. And THAT is killing me.
I might be trying to say how hard it is, and how I don’t understand. But that’s not true.
I think what I’m trying to say is that I need help. And I no exactly how to get it. But I am too afraid to reach out. I am too afraid to seek my help. To tell the ones I no can help.
That might be it. That would make sense I suppose. But… I don’t need help. I am just fine. So what am I trying to say? What am I screaming? I don’t know. And THAT is killing me.