I just wanted to be loved.
The more I thought I belonged.
The more I felt alone.
Empty inside with nothing left to say.
As I suffocate in my own mask.
No one can help.
As I've fallen deeper into my own thoughts
It hits me inside.
Why do I pretend to be okay even when I want to cry?
Is it because I want to try?
Do I want to make it right?
Is everything going to be alright the next day?
And when I feel great
My confidence Deflates
As I become weaker
I play pretend
I play pretend and don't let people in
And instead I let the emptiness in.
Only to kill me from within.
Slowly and slowly I die.
Each day is a little worse.
But then when everything feels worthless.
I find worth.
But with that worth I feel betrayed.
It's a never ending loop of trial and error and repeat.
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A Fight With Depression
Short Story(Trigger Warnings) Do not read if you are bothered by reading very real everyday senarios such as suicide, self harm, and other things that tend to mend with having most mental illnesses. This book is a different book where every chapter is a short...
