Everything is going good but I can't find peace. I can't find happiness.
Why do you sound dead?
Why not make me feel alive rather than pointing out the truth bluntly.
Why am I even not allowed to be sad?
Why doesn't anyone ask me what is going in my head?
Why doesn't anyone ask me why I don't want to be here?
WHY?
YOU ARE READING
LIVING to DIE
NonfiksiA journal 💫 💌 No one talks about the period when they hit the rock bottom. But I am here. I want my story to be a survival guideline for people who are lonely. I am lonely too. 🫂 So talk about your stories in the comments. Engage yourself. Let's...
