Become who you are not

Life.Death. Whats the difference?
Is this a time we should enjoy, loathe or just let it glide past us never to be seen again, like the faint blow of wind swirling in our lives just for a matter of seconds.Out the window the next.
Sitting here, in this room, in this chair, I am transferred to another place where i can be myself. Not having to fake my life away, painting on a smile, creating a different personality every day.
A teenage girl living in this corrupted world, never knowing where she will be next, life as a teenager is not all people make it out to be. Desolate, my life is desolate, solemn and no longer mine. Trapped in my own emotions no way to escape from this life. Wait, there is a way, one way, Death. I feel as if all my pain is being drained out piece by piece. I don't feel apart anymore. Apart of this world.
I can hear you, judging, judging my ever replaceable life. Judging my words. Judging me. Depression you say, depression could not develop the thoughts I am having, the emotion I am going through, the hurt I feel.
Only one person could stop my pain, the person who listened, the person who left, the person who created my pain.


The three words that could have prevented all of this 'I love you' they never once uttered them.

I would love to have the ablity to see the reactions on the faces of my closest ones when I am gone, just to see his reaction, he never loved me. This I have known from the begining, but you cant dismiss family.
Although you can dismiss your self.