I am barely living. I haven’t been genuinely happy. I do things to escape my sadness. I caged myself in books to make myself believe I have that perfect life. I caged myself in movies to make myself believe that all problems have solutions and that everything will be alright. I did not notice I am gradually dying inside. Is it really this hard to live? It is too painful that I could not bare it anymore. I have been so strong in front of everyone but I am actually weak. It is also saddening that no one notices I am faking everything. I know that their worlds do not revolve around me but would it hurt to wish that for once, they’ll notice how hard I am struggling to get over with my life? It is too painful already to live financially, emotionally, mentally, and physically. I don’t understand. I’ve been preparing for so long. I strived hard in studying and self-preservation. But what am I doing now? I am bending my principles and self-destructing. I know I have my friends and family who loves me. I know they do but why can’t I feel it? No matter how hard I try to always appreciate their efforts. Is this depression? I think so… and I wish then, that before I’ll succumb to this evil, I’ll be able to tour places and escape again reality.
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Dying Alive
Teen FictionBarely living. Barely breathing. Lost the light. Lost everything. Left with nothing but pain. Left by him with a broken heart.
