Ripped apart.
That's how I feel. Like two people grabbed a hold of each arm and decided to pull. The nights only got harder, the tears only came faster, and the fights only became more intense.
All I want is a constant, something to keep me steady, to give me a safety net, but every net I've ever had now suddenly had a gaping hole. I was walking a tight rope, life was walking a tight rope, but unlike other, I had to do it with out my net now.
Not a night went by anymore where the sounds of angry voices didn't run through my head, they were all I could here now. I suddenly understood things, like why people act badly towards a person when they're in love, it's because they need to be that someone's something. It doesn't matter if it's a lover or a hater, just a something to that person. But I, I want you in my life, but not in it the way you are.
I guess my understanding of little things like human infatuation was just God taking pity on me. Giving me something to understand because everything I use to know was out the window, and I was lost.
I need my safety net, I need you not to be the way you are, but to be the way we were. Now all I have are memories, when did you become so bipolar? When did you become the type of person who would make me cry? You promised you never would, but I sit here crying myself to sleep, again.
Please inform me about the point in which life turns upside-down, and please tell me, does it turn back again? That's one question I'd like to know, one lesson that would be worthwhile, unlike the stuff they push at school. Right now I need answers to life, not to what X equals on a Y-axis.
"I try, but it's never enough for you!"
Words I here, or are they just letters. Maybe they're just jumbled up and life isn't as bad as these words say. But when has anything important ever gone my way? That would be, never.
I grabbed my phone, texting the words "I need you" to my best friend. I do need her; I always do when things get too hard. When I feel like someone is holding my head underwater, suffocating me.
I wait.
A half hour goes by, I still here the angry voices.
She's not responding.
She's not going to.
She has her own life.
I realized.
Helpless, is the word. The word to describe the pain I feel now, the ache taking over my whole body, engulfing it, wrestling it, overtaking it. The worst part, no one believes that a teenager can feel this much. They're wrong.
I lean back on my pillow, pull the blue covers up to my chin and cover my ears. I don't want to hear them, because it hurts. Simple as that.
I take up a book; my eyes start moving feverishly across the page. I took to reading when I realized that no one cared, the characters in books, they always cared. They knew how to deliver answers, they were straight up, and they didn't lie. Screw those who call me a nerd for needing something to depend on.
Suddenly all is quiet, I shut my eyes and listen. I hear rumbling, he went to take out the trash, and she went to bed. It was over for tonight. But yet the tears still mapped out rivers on my face.
I sunk back into my pillow; Ripped apart, I beg, please sew me back up.
A/n: I'm not going to explain myself, or say sorry for the sadness of this short story. This is how I cope when there's no one to listen.
In your own head, apply it to Miley, see how she feels. Take my voices; make then the media, not that hard.