i envy myself, becoming who I never wanted to be,I thought I was strong, I remember being little not having a clue about the people surrounding me,no worries ,no anxiety,no pressure,just hidden away from all the bad in the world, but that’s gone now,forever,I have to mask my emotions,dragging myself around like a rag doll,hoping for my repetitive life to end,dwelling on the past every single day,bashing my head against walls,punching until I bleed,cutting into regret,then having to hide it all,every single thing,because I’m only 13,-M