The Life & Times of a Rebel Princez

Hello darkness

I wonder if heaven is that feeling of fading to black when the last little

Bit of life is choked from

Your body.

That numb oblivion

And so.......

Here I am. Alone. Again. Locked away in my room. Never completely alone but always and forever lonely.

Some days the pain and emptiness seems too much to take. But then I make it through to bed time. Fall asleep. Wake up and fight through all over again.

My mind is forever working against me. Refusing to allow peace or happiness. Always making me pray for the end.

My hell is that there is no escape.

Waking up every day. Putting on a fake smile. Pretending to have it all together. All the while being shattered inside is exhausting. I’m tired. I never thought I’d be this person. I wake up. I go through the motions. And count the seconds until bed. Because sleep is the only reprieve from this black hole I’m existing in. Praying for it all to end feels like a failure. But honestly. How much pain can one person endure. I’m tired. I’m just so damn tired…..

The worst part is losing yourself again

— Unknown