I was so happy.
I felt like everything was okay
I had hope, and joy
But obviously that couldn't last.
I finally feel like I'm truly happy, then it comes crashing down.
What did I do to deserve this?
I know I'm lucky, I have food and clothes and roof on my head but why am I forced to feel like I have nothing. Why am I forced to feel like I'm so scared to live that I want to hide in my room. Why am I so scared to keep breathing, but I'm also terrified of dying. My anxiety had finally went away for a couple days, and I thought I was through it
God damn was I wrong.
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Thoughts.
PoetryThis is not a story, this isn't a happy fan-fiction. this is me looking for somewhere to write down and post the thoughts I can't/don't want to say out loud. this is definitely copying what my friend Tyler (@darkestdaes) is doing but oh well, i like...
