Isolation, is my only solution.. To this anxiety hovering over me. Sleep deprived, I have no drive to continue on with my pointless life.
If all I ever do is cause people pain, waste peoples time.. I will continue to say that I am okay, I'm okay on my own.
But what's the point in playing this 2 player game? On my own.. Where did the other player go?
Did I scare them away? I can't stand people seeing me be in any sort of pain. So i play this pretend everything is okay game.
I will lend a hand, I will keep doing things to be useful. Helpful.. Make my life seem somewhat meaningful. But deep down I feel empty and a nobody. Deep down.. I know nobody wants me.. They just want the fake version of myself..
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MindFulMess .5 (Growing up Series)
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