ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ :)

ᴘᴇꜱꜱɪᴍɪꜱᴍ.

Pure pessimism slips through my mind and permanently fixates between my fingers,
Loosening the threads of fate,
Carefully untying the connection between me and reality.

How long has it been?
I don't know.
Time flies rather quick when all focus is on you.

The adoration that I once had for this world has dissipated; disappeared,
Hopelessly venturing in the dark outskirts of my memories,
Only to resort to remain in its place in my head by luring every emotionally vulnerable part of me into the whirlpool of paranoia.
Perhaps a negative impact is better than nothing at all?
Perhaps I have nothing to be ungrateful for, that my frustration and weeps are unreasonable, and pathetic?

Today, I'm not sure how it started.
It begun as an empty feeling,
Like a sinkhole slowly swallowing every emotion that I contained.
Then, it grasped ahold of my breath; my composure; my feelings.

As I start losing my mind attempting to rebuild the fallen structure of my mental health,
I start to realise that maybe I should have spoken to you after all.
I'm sorry.

(Proof read it for me? <3)

(+ I know it doesn't make sense but it's been like 9 days !! And I'm kinda too tired to regret this rn so...)