Hurt
I cry sometimes. And there is nobody there to hold me. Nobody to tell me that it is ok. I hurt sometimes, and there is nobody to make me better. I have nobody to go to when i am feeling down. So all this emotion bottles up, and I get angry. Angry at everything. I want to destroy everything. I want to make it explode with my thought. I want it all gone, even me. And then I begin to think. and I think.