I feel like a shell. Hollow and empty. Every single day's like one big blur and when that happens, it drains you. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. Here you are just barely surviving, barely coping, and wishing to be okay. For just one good day. But no. It feels like it can never happen. There's always something that has to ruin it.
Why is it so hard to be happy? Sometimes it's the little stupid things that make you happy but, what if those things stop making you happy? What if the thing that brought comfort to you, now makes you feel nothing? What happens now?
No one really knows how exhausted I am. I feel nothing most of the time. The world, and my environment have basically drained me for all that I am.
Every time something good happens, I feel like it's fake and i don't deserve it. Nothing hurts more than sitting alone in my room, on the brink of tears and thinking i don't deserve anyone or anything. Do you know how bad that hurts? The pain is almost unbearable. But here I am, bearing it. Barely. I don't know how to cope. I'm barely dealing with this
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What It's Like In My Mind
Short StoryA collection of poems/stories I wrote of what it's like in my mind. It may not be for everyone, it includes mentions of suicide, swearing, and mentions of my trauma.
