The Names Liam🙌

I hate myself in a way, you’ll never understand.

I can’t help but feel like if I were in the hospital, no one would come visit.

Do you just sit back and think about the little things when stuff like this happens. Do you think about the girl who begged her parents to go to the concert alone with her best friend, assuring that they’ll be safe and that they have nothing to worry about. But her parents are now in the morgue, identifying whether the barely recognizable young girl is there child, the child they didn’t want going alone in the first place. The child they wished they never let out of there sight, blaming themselves for letting her go. Or the young child that was separated from a family member who’s getting pushed around in the rushing crowds, tripping over bodies that are not whole, not old enough to know what was going on but scared beyond belief at the horrifying scene and the screaming around her which no matter how old she gets she’ll never forget. Innocent teenagers who were only worried about being able to see Arianna in their high back corner sits, but now are worrying about the fact that they can’t feel their left leg from the knee down, the blood from their faces running into their eyes blinding them from the chaos around them. The world has ruined the lives of 20,000+, teenagers, children and even adults, not one person will be the same after that, whether they were near the explosion or not, whether they left earlier on and was gone before anything happened, they will not be the same that event will haunt them for the rest of there lives. Nightmares of the could’ve’s and the what ifs, and the ones who seen the body’s laid out on the floor, the blood chilling screams,and the smells that are permanently burnt in their noise, the loud bang waking them up in the dead of night a year later. We’ve have let this happen to our world, we all let it turn to shit.

Some people are so emotionally drained that sleep doesn’t do anything.You wake up tired.It doesn’t go away.

And at some point the drugs don’t fill your inner loneliness anymore.

I want to get on a train and go somewhere, it doesn’t matter where. I want to listen to music for hours, look out the window and drift away.

My problem is that I feel too deeply, too strongly, too much. I feel for people after we’ve only just met, I feel for people long after they leave. That’s probably why I feel so much pain and heartbreak because of those people who never felt anything for me.

I believe that hell lives inside people,
it’s the stabbing,
excruciating pain in your chest
that refuses to leave,
The darkness that consumes your every waking moment,
The memories of a haunted past,
following you around everywhere you go