As the time is getting closer, my heart is sinking. The cake is ready. Everyone is excited but I am not. How can I be when the child inside me is not breathing anymore. I don't know if it's even there.
I've lost it. I don't remember how it is like to feel joy, how it feels like to be excited, to be full.
When I try to lay on bed, it traps me inside.
When I try to get some air, it suffocates me.
When I try to draw something, it scares me.
When I try to sing a song, it makes me cry.
When I try to go outside, it shoves up me into the darkness.
Whenever I try to live, whenever.. It becomes harder to even survive.
It's coming. I'm nervous. I hope next time, I write something good, something happy.
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Things I never said
RandomThis is just a collection of my thoughts. I'm writing this so that my mind would be at peace. Reading it can either help you or ruin your mood 😌 I would recommend "not to read" 💃 And yes! There might be some typos or grammatical errors, that's bc...
