The more you ask if I'm alright,
the more it's hard to sleep at night.
Because I don't know how to explain this even to myself..
The whole world is going so fast while I'm sitting still and yet there's so many people around me, I feel lonely.
Sometimes it's even harder to explain this by writing, it gets so bad I can't write about it.
I would explain how I'm so mentally exhausted and uncomfortable existing in my body but everyone thinks I have it so good, I believe no one would listen.
No one can help, not even you.
I know you wish I could be happy but all that matters is if you're happy.
Keep trying to be happy even if I'm not.
When I dissapear one day this won't be your fault, barely anyone else's.
It's truly all mine.
