Kid as i was.

"The pillow feels soft on my cheeks. I am not sure how long i was staring at this wall.  I should not make any sound, they're just downstairs.  They think i am asleep,  well there are alot of things they think i am,  like insubordinate, or worthless. They're not really creative,  they just come up with the most obvious. I should just be sleeping, but i keep thinking of everything.  This day was so usual, ordinary, they laughed at me and called me names.  The old ones.  I did my best to ignore them and keep what little space i have and make sure i'm unnoticed so they wouldn't look at me. I am triumphant,  i am home now.  My chest hurt,  like a hollow cold spiky stabbing pain.  And my eyes are wet and puffy,  i suppose i am used to the usual antics of everyday but the shock is the hurting in the chest seems to get worse everytime. And it is always here in front of this wall,  with this pillow yet again wet, and always in this dim light,  by myself.  I can hear thier noise downstairs and thier laughter.  It makes the the stabbing more painful.  I'll just sleep,  please let me sleep. Please. "
I will always remember this kid that i was.