peri peach, 8.13.18
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I don't even feel human anymore.
I don't even feel alive anymore.
I'm alien,
And it's all my fault.
I lose friends because I'm too sad to go out.
Too sad to call.
Too sad to text.
Too sad to genuinely care.
I become an object.
Who wants to be friends with an object?
No one.
They leave.
They move on with their lives while I'm stuck in the backseat of mine.
Along the way somewhere, my life broke down.
I broke down.
They go on vacation and they do things they're proud of.
They join clubs and they make new friends...
And I'm just stuck.
I'm stuck trying to get the same abusive friend from sixth grade off my ass even though it's been four fucking years.
I'm stuck trying to force myself to write.
I'm stuck trying to stop myself from crying.
I'm fucking stuck.
I'm fucking stuck.
I'm stuck trying to stay on topic while writing a fucking poem.
I'm just stuck.
I don't feel real anymore,
Just stuck.
