28.06.2022
and you're sitting there again. Lonely. You need somebody to vent to, you need somebody to tell everything and you need somebody to stop your fall, to hold you, but you don't have somebody.
WHY, WHY, WHY?!
why can't i leave? That's the thought you have everyday.
why do you like me? That's what you really can't understand.
Why do I need this? That's what you're asking yourself.
There are so many whys and what-ifs in your life, so many fucking things and you can't get rid of them, they seem to be staying in your head all day and all night, till your lost in them. And once you're lost in them, you can't. Get. Out.
WHY WHY WHY?
Why doesn't he say something? That's what scares you.
Why are there so many people and noises? That's what you're wondering about every time.
Why doesn't somebody save me? That's what you think about.
You do so much but its not enough, it's never enough, you're going to school, you're working and you aren't okay but noone sees, noone even cares about it, maybe your chef would, but would you be able to tell him? But would you be able to vent to him? But would you be able to work with him again if he doesn't? What would he do, would he tell your parents, would you get fired?
WHY WHY WHY?
why can't I tell somebody? That's your mind everytime you need somebody.
Why does nobody care? That's what your mind is.
Why am I still alive? That's what you hate yourself for, everytime.
Why are you still alive, when you don't want to? They ask, eventhough they don't know the feeling of being left over, the feeling of needing to vent but not being able to. They don't get it.
WHY?
YOU ARE READING
Help me
RandomTW Das hier ist wahrscheinlich nichts für Menschen, denen es psychisch nicht gut geht, die mit Depression, Ängsten oder irgendwas in dieser Richtung zu tun haben! Großteils sind es Gedanken und Situation, Texte die aus dem Moment heraus entstehen...
