It’s the feeling of being forgotten.
It’s the worry of not knowing what’s coming next.
It’s the worry of not knowing where you’ll end up.
It’s the worry of not knowing where you’re going.
It’s the feeling of sickness that you can’t show.
It’s the feeling that your heart that is breaking, but no one else can tell.
It’s the longing of someone to hold you tight and tell you everything will be okay, not shut up no one cares.
It’s being able to express yourself, and not be afraid of rebuke.
It’s not being afraid of your family, because you can’t tell them what you feel
It’s the feeling of wanting to tell someone your problems, but not having anyone there.
Not being able to tell your friends, because they will think less of you.
Or having someone who used to be there, but they moved and you don’t see them often.
Seeing a glimpse of someone, and then them acting like something completely different.
Wanting to cry, but can’t because it would be one more problem for them.
Feeling empty, wishing you could fix this on your own.
Agitated… You can’t move, and you aren’t going any where.
Wanting to scream, but keeping it inside so u won’t be heard.
Having a problem, but can’t tell it because it’s “not acceptable”
Watching your back to see who is watching.
The thought of having to pick yourself up once again and piece yourself back together, alone again tears you silently apart.
It’s walking on a line that the world expects you to follow,
It’s stumbling and having it shoved into your face
It’s feeling alone while being surrounded by a million people
It’s reaching out and having no one there
It’s walking the line the world plots for you and then completely going off of it finally free.
These words at one time or another are thought of by teenagers all over. We are not stupid bystanders who know nothing. We want to know things, but we need you to tell us. Be straight and honest with us, tell us the truth don’t sugar coat it. We can take it. We are strong enough. We can listen, we can help.
