But then slowly but surely
I stopped
Loving the things i loved.
I stopped loving to write in my journal
I stopped loving to read
I stopped loving to go outside
I stopped loving to take care of myself
I stopped loving to dance
I stopped loving to sing
I stopped loving to go to parties
I stopped loving to hang out with my family
I stopped loving to talk to my friends
I stopped loving to...
Be myself
I knew i wasn't myself until
I started to hate those who loved me.
Screaming for help.
Save me.
-T. A.B.
