I'm scared. I'm scared of myself, of the fear that the gods punished me with this life, of the fear that I can't tell my feelings to anyone else, of the fear that they'll lock me away in a white, padded room if I tell them, I'm just a kid. I'm so fucking scared, and yet whenever I try to put my feelings down, they only ever come out as two words. I'm scared. I keep getting hurt and feeling I deserve it, I keep crying, and the only times I don't cry myself to sleep at night are the times where I tire myself to the point of exhaustion, don't rest, don't give myself time to think, because if I do, if I actually think about my situation and what's going on and what has happened and what's going to happen, if I let myself breathe, I'll break. And I can't stop. I'm too scared to. I'm too scared to let myself breathe, and I'm too scared to ask for help, if I do, my parents will get involved, and they already have so much plaguing their minds. I'm just a kid. Why do I have so much to cry over?