"how lucky it is, to be you," they said to her.
she smiled and shrug off the sarcasm.
she remembers the sleepless nights caused by the nightmare she never tells anyone, the depression she keeps to herself to prove to people that she is normal, the expressionless face she always has whenever the anxiety swallowing her alive, the tears that she let down behind close door in the dark, the dark untamed miserable side of her life. she's so so so tired of her life. she is so tired just being her.
"well, you bet, huh," she replied and keep on smiling, as if her heart isnt breaking into million more pieces.
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Unsettled Emotions
Poetryjust some thoughts that keep you awake at ungodly hours. -either its too relatable or it doesnt make any sense at all. thats it. no in between whatsoever. # tw // self-harm (alive) # M for language use
