Once again I stand in front of the door of my house, hands trembling in pure fear of what heartbreak might be waiting for me on the other side. Every time I make the mistake of stepping out of the safe zone that is my house to see a "friend" of mine I come back home with a heavy heart and a clouded brain.
Thoughts laced in anxiety and mind filled with unpleasant emotions that eat me up until my fingers expertly put on airplane mode and my headphones block out whatever noise my own conscious makes. I don't think I can handle more of this horrendous suffocation.
The social life I've spent years building feels like merely a chore I'm required to do only to keep myself on the grid, to feel some sort of validation, a little bit of respect.
Every bond I make feels like I just bought myself a ticket for the lottery of emotional roller coasters and unrecognized feelings.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
