Always got told i was interesting, unique, something else , exciting, pretty etc..,
but i guess i'm not interesting enough for anyone to explore me , know me for the real raw me.
The one who is full of sadness yet will make you laugh and will laugh at your jokes, the one who can't sleep at night because her soul feels too heavy but will sing you to sleep and hug you tight when you can't sleep, the one who hates crowded places because her anxiety paralyzes her and her insecurity fucks up her mind but will push herself and go to the mall with you to help you pick a shirt for that family meeting.
Am i still not that interesting or is it that obvious that i'm a hopeless case ?
My sadness is too obvious to be hidden and too heavy to carry , my happy face is a failing cover that couldn't hide my demons anymore.
I'm interesting but i'm full of demons
I'm unique but i'm drowning
I'm something else but i'm something fucked up
i'm pretty but my dark circles are consuming , my eyes are dull , my body is full of scars and bruises and my nails are not done
Does that make me not enough?
YOU ARE READING
writing my depression.
Randomevery chapter in this book is me expressing what's in my head Depression and what follows it. if you can't accept it, kindly don't read it every word was written with tears filling my eyes and shaking hands i'm here to express not to trigger. i'm so...
