I have so much to say but I don’t know how to say any of it. I have so much that needs to be said but have no one to tell any of it to. I have friends but there not friends that I can go to to say this things to. They won’t understand any of it. Why can’t I be brave and walk outside and know that I will be okay? Why can’t I just know that I can walk out my front door and know that not everyone is out to get me? To me the world is a scary place. To me the world is like a pit bull that is all was on its guard all was ready to bit all was going to bit the first person that looks at it.

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