I'm falling away again and I don't know how to stop it.
It feels like the world is specifically targeting me but then I feel so goddamn guilty for thinking I'm worth the effort. Why would anyone take the time to torture me when I do it so good myself?
I wanna be optimistic. I wanna be like you and see through eyes that sparkle. I want to see a way out and not have to face that my life is so difficult for no reason at all. No one cares enough to do this to me, this is just the life I have to lead.
I want to wish others would experience what it's like - just for a moment. But then I hate myself for being so cruel. I can't wish this on others so I'll have to deal with it myself.
I don't know how much longer I can handle this.
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Lachrymose
PoésieLachrymose /ˈlakrɪməʊs,ˈlakrɪməʊz/ adjective tearful or given to weeping. A collection of amateur prose and poetry illustrating the inner turmoil. Mainly a dumping ground for loose thoughts and ideas to be interpreted in whatever manner.
