At a young age, I already understand how emptiness feels like. Maybe it was the reason why I'm aware of the pain and suffering of existing.
My mind understands too much about reality that it changed me in a way I could never go back to the person I once were. Why people have to be this lonely? I can't help it but to think that maybe earth was created to nourish human loneliness.
And the only thing I can do is to be distracted by illusions I casted. I know it's bad for me but I'm always reminding myself that I'm nothing but a prisoner and delusions are my prison cells.
Sometimes life stays hard for longer than what we anticipated. It hurts me to be this comfortable leaning back into sadness.
I wanted to recover but it terrifies me because I don't know who I am without this sadness or maybe, I'm not meant to live without it? Maybe at this point it's part of who I am and if I lose that too, then I'd lose myself completely.
- Luna, Madness Poetry
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FanfictionHealing is a process, - and it's okay to seek help as you navigate this space. It's okay if healing is at your own pace. It's okay if this reality is impossible to face. It's okay to have hope and to lean on another's grace. While you learn to trave...
