do you ever get that feeling where
you don't want to talk to anybody?
you don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy?
but at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either. there isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. if you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. people have stopped being comforting and being alone never was. at least when you're alone no one will constantly ask you what's wrong and there isn't anyone who won't take "i don't know" for an answer. you feel the way you do just because. you hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you do is wait.
YOU ARE READING
forget.
PoetryThere is mention of depression, suicide and self harm in certain chapters in this book; if that bothers you in any way, please don't read. if you choose to, however, be warned. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
