I thought I was getting better
I thought I was finally going to be happy
For the first time I was feeling better, I didn't want to die
I didn't hate life, I was enjoying it for the first time
But now, I can barely get out of bed, I can barely breathe right, I can't go through a day without wanting to end it all
I can't hang out with friends without feeling like an outcast
Now I feel like people like me out of pity
And one day, they'll all leave me and I'll be all alone
No where To go, no one to turn to
That's how I knew it's getting bad again
YOU ARE READING
a broken soul, in a hungry body
Poetryeverything written is my personal thoughts and feelings from my experiences, it is all my original work. ⚠️tw⚠️ contains sensitive topics; including but not limited to self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, depression, and sleep paralysis
