Who am I ? Without mental illness
It's been there for so long consuming me
mental illness is a funny thing you think your okay one day and the next it pulls you right back down into the abyss of nothing but sadness . I'm tired of smiling on the outside when my inside is crying .
The days I lay in bed with no hope for the day or the future . The days I get overwhelmed with life's simple tasks , avoiding my friends because I don't feel safe with anyone. The days my anxiety takes over and I worry about my future .
The nights I wake up riddled with fear about everything , the nights I worry about how people perceive me . "Am I annoying "
"Do people hate me "
But then other times I don't care about people or what they think of me it's all so confusing in my brain .
Who am I ?
