I Am So Scared That If I Push My Parents To Accept Me They'll Stop Loving Me. So I Hide, Half In The

I am so scared that if I push my parents to accept me they'll stop loving me. So I hide, half in the closet, too scared to slam the door open and start living. My days are filled with many small deaths, and with each one I wonder how many more it will take until I break.

me, reading my own incomplete writing : *gasp* and then what happened?

My heart is stuck in the last moments I felt at home

Out in the world

Surrounded by lifetime friends

best buds

good

great mates

strolling around carefree as

if

we don't all have the weight of our world

dragging us down

the moment we leave each other

my heart is stuck on our moments

when nothing matter except

the next funny thing said

our presence enough

to make our world seem bright

My heart is climbing up my ribs, toward the opening of my throat. It is climbing up to throw itself at your feet to be closer to you, without my bones and flesh in its way. But my throat is to small, or maybe my heart is to big. It is stuck, crying out your name, begging you to hold it, as I try to swallow it back down. It is suffocating me, it will kill me, my heart, but it does not care. It would rather die trying to reach you then live out the rest of its days inside my empty chest knowing it could have gotten closer.

Standing together

Hello friends, welcome to the show,

Grab a seat and let me tell you how this will go,

First, we’ll sit and talk for a little while,

It’ll be light, you’ll laugh whilst I smile,

We’ll have a drink or two,

And play just one game, okay maybe a few,

And then the conversation will get a bit deeper,

As the night goes on, bonds grow steeper,

In this cozy space, we’ll shed more than one tear,

But we’ll find joy in the stories that we hear,

With every word, our hearts intertwine,

Moments created that forever shine,

So lets share our thoughts, dreams and fears,

Because talking is how we get through these years,

With every laugh, and every sigh,

We’ll find comfort and our spirits fly,

In this circle of friends, warm and true,

There’s nothing we can’t face, nothing we can’t do,

With laughter and surprise, our circle expands,

New stories unfold like the shifting sands,

A group of friend with smiles so bright,

Supporting one another through the night,

We share adventures from lands we walk,

And dreams we share as we sit and talk,

Through the highs and lows, we stand as one,

Because we don’t walk away, we’re never done,

We cherish these moments and hold them near,

Because these are the people we hold most dear.

I've finished reading 'Tiger Tiger' and my life is now meaningless. What am I meant to do with my life?