The daylight fades when I was just about to leave the building...
My mind plays tricks whit me...
is it nighttime?
or is the sun rising up?
I can't think clearly anymore...
Voices in my head...monsters in my dreams
And when I wake up a new day full of work starts and i wish I where death...
I feel alone even when I am in a room full of toxic people...
Do they hate me?
Do i look bad?
...
I get haunted by my past,myself and my thoughts...
I feel like someone is behind me!
I am not worth it to live!
...
Yes...this is my live...full of disasters...
Let me begin when I was small...
„Rocco?!" my mom screamed from downstairs
„Food is ready!" I rolled my eyes and layed my book aside...
„I am comming" I said...I gave the book a last sad look before I walked downstairs...
I wasn't hungry...my belly was empty but I was still full...full of thoughts Thad filled my mind and my hunger...
When was the last time I eat something?
Yesterday?
No...
„Rocco?" my mom pulled me out of my thoughts...
„What's wrong Rocco?" she asked whit a little desperate smile...
„I am just overthinking everything..." I said wile nipping on my soup she cooked for me...
„I bring you at Monday to a therapist"
She said whit a smile
„If it helps..."
I said whit a little smirk...
(I hope the story is correct...I am not really good at English and hope Thad it's understandable...)
