by Anonymous

I walked passed a group of boys standing in the same spot I had laid on the ground and cried during the summer. I watched them laugh and for some reason the sound of their happiness made me angry. I didn’t want to be here. I could hear life everywhere, bustling around me and without me and I hated it. Icould feel my knees quivering like they wanted to give out beneath me but knew they shouldn’t. After so many long nights of pacing instead of sleeping, I can’t blame them. Even my own body has abandoned me for someplace better than this.

WritingSamantha Schutz