Were all the same.

I don't want to pretend anymore. No everything isn't ok. It isn't fine. I'm hurt. I'm messed up. Take a good look at me world .. this is who I really am. I woke up this morning to my mom screaming at me, oh and forget about dinner last night my step dad was too drunk to even make me food. But hey its ok everyone is like this right? We all want to cut and not eat. We all are hurt and have secret pasts with abuse and sexual harassment. We all are Bi and scared of being gay, but also scared of being straight. We are all scared of ourselves. Of knowing what we have been through. Like a book thats been kept away for a long time and just opened. Fatigued to the ink brushed up on the page. We are all the same right? Smile because its better than having to explain. Lie because its simple to not face reality. Feeling worthless? Don't worry everyone does. And for that matter Life is just a waste of time, but shhhh no one will tell you that. This is a big joke where they tell you the rules matter, but in actuality the rules are fake. Rules of life are just silly boundaries to protect us from happiness. Can't drive till seventeen, sex 18 , drinking 21 .. use a condom and always buckle your seatbelt. Wrap the bunny around the tree and out through the hole and you will always be able to tie your shoes .. isn't that how it goes? Oh and forget about family, thats all a lie. Their never really there for you. Its all a lie. People say they love you, but again its a lie because people are more worried about themselves as well as they should be. Don't trust a soul, everyone you trust will just let you down and prove you wrong. That nurturing mother is nothing more than a sociopath and that dad .. well he's dead, but the step dad is nothing more than a violent alcoholic. So take that razor and rip through the skin cutting deep into the past of numbness. Feel empty from the hunger grumbling within your core, but don't stop what you are doing because god forbid you become happy. Oh no who would want that to happen? 
Feel the screams within you vibrate emotions. In slow motion you know the truth, how you feel, dying to just be yourself .. and tell the world, but you wont because we are all the same and people judge, we judge and its like we judge ourselves on the most personal level .. enough so it hurts .. oh it hurts.