I don't know what my future holds.
I don't know who I'll end up being.
But I do know this,
I will fall,
I will crumble,
I will break,
And I won't be able to get back up.
It's not that I want to die,
Because trust me,
Death is frightening;
But I don't want to live either,
And death sounds more appealing to life.
It sounds more appealing,
In the way that I won't hurt anymore.
Because I am hurting so much,
And I have no one to tell me that it'll get better.
Because it won't.
It won't get any better.
Don't try to say otherwise,
I've been waiting for it to get better for a while now.
I don't want to hurt my family and my friends,
But I'm in pain and I can't take it anymore.
Forgive me.
I love you.
Be good.
Live well.
YOU ARE READING
I am SAD
Poesía"Learning I had Social Anxiety Disorder was hard and terrifying. Knowing I have depression too is killing me." __________________ Random stuff I write when no one is looking... I'm 20 and I have social anxiety disorder and depression...
