It's alright.
I'm alright.
No need to worry.
No need to sorry.
I'm already broken.
I'm broken.
"Don't let them get to you.", is what they always say.
In this sphere covered with full of blackness and blindness.
The truth is still in the dark
Without a spec of light escaping from outside and inside.
The nothingness that I felt is inevitable.
Sorrows,pains,judgements,insecurities, sensitivities-you name it.
I surpassed them all.
I'm always told that I'm emotionless human being.
What can I do?
What should I do?
What do I do?
I was born broken.
No matter what I did,
No matter how extreme it is,
I felt nothing...
I'm not OKAY.
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Poems of Anxiety
PuisiA book of any one's perspectives and actual experiences all about depression... x_x To put it simply, this is a book full of depression... *Updates whenever I have free time :) *Photos are not mine...
