I'm going insane. I don't know how to explain to people what I'm going through and seeking for help feels like a heinous crime.
I feel needy. It's pathetic. I wanna have important feelings. I wanna have important events in my life, and tasks and value. I have fear, cowardice, envy, disgust, and this loneliness that swallows me bit by bit. I'm a pit of dirt and useless garbage that keeps getting older and older. I keep repeating that I'm trying but I feel the darkness in my blood and the yelling is about to come out. If they hear my voice, they're doomed. It's a poisonous sound that echoes shattering souls apart. I keep screaming inside myself until my ears bleed. I don't wanna hurt anyone. But I really do. I'm just trying not to. Trying trying trying. Always trying. How long will this hell take? Is it the pills? Is it me? Will I ever feel good? Did I ever in the past?
Is it all a lie? Happiness, love, hope?
I don't want the answer
I just need it to stop hurting
Before I start MAKING it hurt
Like the old times
[5mo]
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