confide in me • poetry

wrong.

Do you ever feel... wrong. Like nothing in particular is wrong, but everything just feels a bit, off? The things you love just seem bleak and you feel this dull ache in your chest with no nameable source. Talking to your friends seem more like a task than an enjoyable activity, your laugh doesn't hold the lightness it so often does. Tears stain your rosy cheeks as you will yourself to stay strong. Your eyes feel like an ocean of sorrow, in which you drown, unheard and unseen by anyone. And then, you feel yourself slip away, through the layers of your skin and heart, you fall to see yourself become someone you are not. The mask glued on, like that is the real you, you wait to see if some loves you enough to notice. 

they don't.

whisper

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