I've never been so scared , I've never been so anxious about living in this world. Its just that I was so happy when I was a kid, wasnt it suppose to last long? The happiness? Feeling loved, being something to the world , seeing the world as a beautiful thing.
Seems to me it doesnt, happiness are just temporary feelings. They fade, they go away and then come back, stays for a while and then pain will come and last longer than the happiness. The emptiness of my soul, the thoughts that come in my mind.
Suicide. Die. Kill me.
I want to be happy like when I was a kid. I want to be like a lotus flower, shining through the darkness of the swamp lake. The only beautiful thing in the darkness. I wanted to be a somebody to the world, but thats just me.
No one knows me. No one appreciates me. So why am I still here?
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Lotus Flower
Non-FictionThoughts of suicidal, do not read this if you do not want to hear my thoughts, my pain, my depression and anxiety.
