Drafts and drafts of things I wish I could say.
But I can’t bring myself to do it.
It’s not like anybody even cares enough to read this stupid blog. But what if somebody did? I wouldn’t want them to worry or have to hear this dark voice in my head.
It’s ugly and I wouldn’t want to put that negativity out.
But then there’s the issue of holding it inside.
It's hard to sort out these thoughts and feelings in an unpleasant place like my mind.
So then I try to get outside of myself and talk to people, but people don't seem to want me around much. Being ignored and cut out over and over again only validates what this dark voice has been telling me all along.
There is no place for me.
