I’m crying for help, I’ve been hurt bad. No one hears my plea. Maybe I’ll just disappear…

When you don’t feel beautiful, or that you’ll ever be good enough….

Today I felt the unfortunate sting of reality, and all of the misfortune it comes with. As I stood there under my own circumstance, my heart felt withered. This feeling was without a doubt a feeling of heart ache. What does it mean to give so much, but not get what you need? As I pushed away in silence I quietly let my mind become assured that there was more than rain drops and malice. So I cried and kept my eyes fixated on a tiny insignificant spectacle. A little measly pebble. What did this pebble mean but a peace of earth that could not move? Was it never basked too much in the sun, weathered from being kicked around, drenched from a plethora of rain? Yet it stayed being what it was until I got up and left. I realized that it soon became just a memory. As the rock sits in my mind, ai wonder, will I too be forgotten? If all of the pain and hurt I endured prolongs to become something, will it not only be just a memory. Can I really say that I am of any importance?