I'd like to think that I'm constantly living in fear. Afraid of letting others down, becoming a disappointment. But how much longer can I continue to suppress the ache in my soul before I shatter into an abyss of pain.
It would be selfish to tell my parents that worked their asses of me to get me here. I shouldn't complain, and yet my soul just won't settle. I think I've known something was wrong with me for a while. I never had the courage to admit it. I'm losing too much energy, too much sleep. Distancing myself from friends for no good reason. Constantly coming up with new excuses as to why I don't want to go out. How long can I keep up this façade? How long until I fall apart? How long until I finally decide that life's no more worth living?
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Lost + Alone
PoetryWhat I hope will be a journey of self discovery. Let's lay back, stare at the ceiling, and cry.
