text: I wanted someone who wasn't me to read this. If one person who needs it, sees it, that's enough. Disclaimer: Not a writer. Just use writing as an outlet. Also, lemme know if this isn't the appropriate subreddit. **just listen.** i haven't written in years, but tonight you made me pick up the figurative pen for the sadness is choking. it won't let me say this to your face, but do i not convey it in a million other ways? why can't you understand? why won't you just listen and change your thoughts, words, actions, and behaviour, before i can't save you anymore? for your mind is in pieces, your senseless screaming isn't being heard - every word out of your mouth is a lie, the rare tears the fragmented pieces of humanity left in you force to flow no longer mean anything to me as they come selfishly while bringing pain. why can't you see all you have to do is stop? but after nineteen yrs it doesn't matter anymore. keep screaming - may heaven hear and take you away, to someplace that'll force you to repent, forgive your sins and mend your broken soul - for this world, for i, cant. i feel terrible for hoping something happened to you as a child to make you like this, but it's unbearable to think you are this way all on your own. i don't know what scars you have but i can't heal it, its too late. someday you will leave, or we will leave you. but wherever you are, be safe. may you never know, that as much as i want to hate you, i love you instead. seen so many years yet still a child, where is your innocence? tell me that who you are is not what you did.