I am very disenchanted with life.
Disappointed at the direction my life took.
The fairytale of youth has fallen from my eyes to reveal my dystopian present.
I never wanted to be this, no one would ever want to be this.
Wasn't I destined to be a princess?
Wasn't I supposed to be an innocent, delicate, bird?
I was going to fly through life.
I was going to sing and chirp.
A twisted and broken bird.
Crying for help, for someone to save me.
There is no handsome prince upon a trusty steed, with lance held aloft ready to slay my demons.
Even if one would appear, you can't be saved if your determined to sink into the mud.
The problem is; I don't see anything worth saving.
I really try to be positive when I communicate with people, but often do not feel positive.
Some of my posts feature self harm and suicidal behaviour which may trigger some readers.
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