A lot.
I am sorry. Dark times were harsh on me, I was starting to fold. I feel bad sometimes because I know I don't have the worst problems, but I still felt like shit. My days just kept getting worse and worse and I couldn't even explain to my friends that I was so down that I wanted to make sure I wouldn't breathe again.
None of them got it either, because I couldn't explain it the right way. I wish I told them something other than that I felt like a paper copy of someone I had already faded with a long time ago. I wish I could say that I was tired of being compared to someone that was my best friend. I wish I could tell them that I barely even can deal with her anymore.
But I can't. I can't. I couldn't...
So I kept it in, and I just started to feel worse. My streaks kinda got a taste of what I was feeling, and apparently I got too depressing smh. They didn't even know the half of it.
It was so wild because I didn't know how to express myself in words that would make sense. It only makes sense if you are ready poetry because you are forced to understand or you don't keep reading. In real life, if you don't understand, you think I'm crazy.
I don't know how to explain that dark time. All I know is that I felt my body freeze into the dead trees.
1/7/19
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Words I'd Never Say
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