Pain behind the story

This is a experiment

*As I laid in my bed in the pitch black of night attacked by the army of my thoughts*

There are many who carry the weight of a world that never wanted them. The ones who are told to "suck it up" when they cry, the ones who are ordered to "just be happy" when they want to die

Being beaten down by your words until we're small enough to believe them. Beaten down until you're weak enough for your mind to attack your own heart and soul

Becoming so bruised your emotions leave like all who once surrounded you, they run and hide like you wish you could do

Now you're so broken no one knows how to piece you back together. Your emotions locked away as a distant memory, knowing it was all your fault; thinking of all the things you did to deserve this

You're haunted by the pain trying to forget all the memories. Lost and searching for your voice, hoping one day to discover who you really are

Never truly knowing when it's going to end, when will the day come. When you can finally let go of all the hurt, talk about your emotions, and move forward without being pulled back by demons. Feeling like there's no way out like there's no future to hold. Feeling as if your life is nothing but a waste as you slowly fade away. This is the pain behind the story