I have a question that plays through my mind day and night,How can a person be filled with life and then be empty? where does it all go?

We all have problems, this I know for sure. Were all battleing demons of are own. Of course people try to help right?

but you and I both know they can't. No one is in your shoes, they don't know your story, where you come from. They can't feel your heart. They don't see the struggle, they don't see the damage.

but that look.

yes that look they give you.

it's a look that screams "I pity you" they pity what your going through and try to help. And you wanna scream, you wanna shout that they don't understand.

aNow I got this friend named Lexi, and she's trying to help, but opening up means letting down my walls. How can I explain what's wrong? Trying to explain to someone what's going on in your head is probably the most scariest, dangerous thing known to society. Now I love her to death she's like my sister. But the stuff I'm going through is far to complex. my brains trying to handle all my emotions.

And you all here... You just Witnessed my first therapy session.