PART 52🌟

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I'm tired

I’m trying to be strong as how I can smile every time I want to cry. I’m a mess that disguises as a happy human being.  I’m lost that sometimes I want to be found. Whenever the bad times are always approaching, I always find myself asking ‘why?’

I don’t know what to do in my life because I don’t know what’s happening to me every day. I can’t understand myself sometimes. I can’t stop my emotions that sometimes I  hurt the people I love.

I can’t save myself from drowning because I can’t swim. I can’t save myself because I’m a fragile, weak and sensitive. They say that I’m strong, that I’m an independent person, but for me it’s not true. I need someone in my life to be there for me to save me from this depression. 

I’m so tired now. I’m tired of chasing the people who always leave. I’m tired of hurting. I’m tired of thinking too much. I’m still alive but I feel like I’m dead. I feel like I can’t hold it anymore. I need  to stop this feeling, so I hurt myself. 

I hurt myself in a way that no one notice how I got these scars. I hurt myself to the point that every night I cry. I hurt myself not in the way of having a scar on my wrist. I hurt myself in a way of smiling, laughing, and pretending

 —oceanxsky















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