Why is faking a smile everyday so exhausting?
Why are their faces, the ones who hurt me, everywhere I look?
How is it that a item of clothing can send me into a trauma attack where I end up scratching both my arms down to muscle without feeling anything?
How is it that I have lasted this long?
How long until I finally break? Because I am on the edge, and I don't want to step away.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
I'm Not Okay
Cerita PendekThese are some things that I wrote and felt at some of my darkest or most trying moments. Please remember there is always someone there to listen, you just have to find the right person.
