Empty inside me is the feeling of loneliness—that all I have is darkness. Gather in my emptiness, which I feel miserable about. I don't feel well at any time of the day. I'm just present; I'm there, but I don't want to be alive. I'm not the person's friend or anybody else's.
I'm just me. Is there a problem with me? Every person I meet is a passenger; they're not there when I just want someone to talk to while no one is there; everyone is in their life with their friend, and I have a few considerate friends.
I'm hurt, I'm broken, but not knowing the key to fix the puzzle by now, I'm just surviving from the existing, not living, because I forgot about it. It feels like I wonder how it is.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
LIVING 101
PoesíaIs a diary of the circumstances of Grace's life experiencing things and passing terribly in her teenage years' cause of her mental health hope this story relates to the person dealing with anxiety and struggles you're not alone and hope to find an i...
