Why am i this way...

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All i wanted was to love...and be loved...
But it seems...that the goal for which i strive...

Moves away from me while i sleep...
I can't pick up social cues...
I dont know when someone likes me...
I dont even know if they remember i exist...

I may have 1.33k followers...
But that number feels...hollow...
Not achieved...

I didn't do anything new or exciting...
And yet they all followed me anyway...

Most of the accounts that follow me are dead now...
Or inactive...

So thats all this account is...
Propped up by the corpses of profiles left behind by they're previous owners...

But this...
Me...

Both are soon to become corpses...

What is the point in living life...when you feel as if you have a gremlin on your back...

Sapping your will to live...
Sucking out your happiness...and being reminded why life is pain...

And having it whisper "They'll never love you, your nothing, you shouldn't have been born"

Its crushing....to carry the demons in my head...and on my back...

I carry all this weight...
And yet...

No one will share this weight...

I would break my back for the ones i love and my friends....

But who would push my wheelchair afterwards?...

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