You just feel like you are alone.
Like how you are surrounded by so many people,
yet manage to feel utterly alone.
No one could ever understand what you actually mean,
exactly like you are talking in another language.
The moment you wake up,
you don’t feel like anything good is going to happen.
You have nothing to look forward to,
and you need a miracle to happen.
There would be days where it would be too much.
And you would sit on the ground and cry.
While trying to stop the tears,
you would do some things you would regret.
You would look in the mirror,
and imagine it shattering because of the ‘sight’.
You would hate your voice,
your hair,
your body.
After these days, you would feel so numb,
you would be like a body doing completely meaningless tasks.
You would feel dead,
like there's no need to give up anymore.
So mentally and physically exhausted.
But the cycle goes on,
and you feel trapped in this loop,
where the only logical solution from your point of view,
is to disappear.
- Anonymous 
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