Samshipsbullshit
Hi guysss I’m really depressed again hehe so I wrote this poem a few weeks ago and wanted to share it somewhere where I wouldn’t be judged so I’m posting it here because I know yall wouldn’t judge !! Will it ever stop hurting? It hurts. When you talk about someone I don’t know it HURTS. When they can talk to anyone easily while I’m sitting and being miserable knowing I will never be enough. It hurts. The way you talk about the girls you find attractive and from whom you made a connection. It hurts. When you don’t bother to talk to me and I’m left sitting alone in my misery overthinking. It hurts. When I realise I don’t have anyone who can just hold me and tell me it’s fine. It hurts. Pretending to be happy and laughing in class with everyone. It hurts. Thinking I have friends but not having anyone to talk to when I am in my darkest pit of anxiety. It hurts. Not being able to even have one good week of school. It hurts. Everyone having their number one’s and I’m left wondering if I will ever be the first choice. It hurts. Watching shitty rom coms and realising I would never have someone to laugh with. It hurts. Working my ass off but everyone still being ahead of me. It hurts. Not being able to express myself even after writing thousands of pages knowing they’re not good. It hurts. Will it ever stop hurting? ~S