Hypophrenia: A feeling of sadness without a cause.
When someone asked the startling question “How are you?” or another common one like “Are you ok?” I just quietly response like anyone normal teenager would do.
Good. I’m ok. I’m just fine.
Yet I’m not fine. I’m at an unsettling state of mind. Inside I’m screaming, I can’t stop the thoughts from spinning, I’m confused about how empty I feel inside. I feel misunderstood because people don’t seem to understand what’s going on in this solitary little head of mine.
The truth is I’m scared.
That’s all, I’m scared.

Ch.1 Light peeking through the blinds of my window automatically awakes me from my slumber. Me, not being a fan of mornings, decided just to stay safe in the comfort underneath my pillow. My gloomy persona evoked me to think of myself as a vampire just began to take effect of the suns UV rays. Morning is just another reason to wake up and waking up every day has been the hardest thing for me and my anxiety. I feel …show more content…
The foster home, oh my god. Just when I thought I had escaped the severity of the homeless shelter, just when I thought I was being taking to a safe haven, things became worse. My foster home should have come with a warning: Hey little girl! Welcome to hell. Even so, I bet hell would be a lot more fun than the foster home. I was supposed to safe, protected, cared for. Yet the most care I got were the few nights I didn’t get beat or sexually abused. I was just a good pay check in my foster parent’s eyes. Flashbacks remind of the times that molded me into who I am now. Look pretty when I cry. Smile when I’m lost. But I will never, ever forget the trauma of the abuse that I couldn’t understand. The stains it left still weighing heavy on my soul. The experience is permanently forever engrained within me. The beatings at home that lead to beatings at school because I was visually perceived as trash. People didn’t want