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Kelly
Copyright, Kelly
i'm kelly bradford. i'm a girl who needs help but yet i'm invisible to every one. noone will reach out to help me. i sit in my room every night listening to the most depressing music wanting to talk to someone but there's noone that i can talk to. i hide behind a mask when i'm at home, school, work. because i think my life's to shitty and i dont want anyone else to get hurt by it. my life was a gift from satan. i have no meaning. i have no hope. i have no pride. i have no feelings. my mind feels like it's shut off. my parents treat me like a prisoner. they're living their life through me. they don't listen to the truth. it smacks them right in the face and yet they think i'm a worthless child who doesn't know one damn thing. i have a black heart. i feel like i'm already dead. there's nothing out there for me. i'm living a lie. i'm reaching my hand out from the deep quicksand but noone will grab it to pull me to safety. so i sink back slowly and slowly into the darkness.