I'm tired and uninspired,
I am used batteries.
I'm talentless and stale.
I'm a book that's been read and now sits on the shelf.
I'm a broken guitar string.
I am useless.
I am invisible.
Everyday, I feel like I'm at war with the world.
Somedays, I feel like I'm standing on the the tallest mountain screaming at the top of my lungs
LOOK AT ME.
PLEASE LOOK AT ME.
If loneliness ever needed a definition
IT'D BE ME.
I see countless faces everyday,
But do they see me?
NO.
I am alone.
I am invisible.
All I wanna do is help people like me.
I wanna hold you
and kiss your scars and say,
"I swear to god it'll be okay."
Not today, but one day,
One day you'll wake up and smile for no damn reason.
But today, we can cry.
Today..
We can be invisible.
CZYTASZ
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Losowerants. poetry. life theories. philosophy. scraping the corners of my mind for words to put on digital paper. an informative guide. updated triweekly Most importantly, how I'm coping with mental illness and surviving the lowest point in my entire lif...
