No one will probably care to read this. But who am I to exist for others? Who am I to even exist. I feel like im constantly falling. I thought they would be there to hold my hand and help me up. But sometimes I think that they arnt there at all. Just watching me fall. I wish I could see into the future. Just to see if my feelings are right. To see if im being used. If they ever saw this they would be so hurt. We both are walking on eggshells around each other so we don't end up crying. I wonder what would be the breaking point. The point where they snap and leave me. I keep on expecting them to leave me. Maybe I want them to leave me. I dont know. I dont know. I dont know.
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I will make an appointment with a therapist I promise
PoesíaThis is stuff I shittily write from 2021- whatever date. I started this when I was 18 years old.
