Anxiety

Stained tears

I'm crying.

But that's the usual, that's what I do.

I cry.

Because I'm pathetic and I'm clueless and I have no idea how to pick myself up from the ground.

I feel like there's no use anymore. Nothing's worth it anymore.

People just leave, people I once cared about.

I feel like I sit around all day waiting for that miracle day to come. That day when I woke up without a care in the world. That day when everything's okay, the day when I am okay.

But I'm not sure that day is going to come anytime soon. And I'm scared.

I think I might have to see someone educated. Someone who can figure out what the hell is wrong with me.

Because I don't know myself.