I'm just feeling alone. I'm not feeling alright. When people ask me how I am, I just say : "I'm fine." But they all know how I feel, they all know I'm dying deep down inside. But nobody cares about me. I'm alone again. Just me and my broken heart. Just me and my depressive thoughts. A lot of friends "care" about me, but not enough. But sometimes there's nothing to do, just move on. Yes, me. Alone. I was so scared of someone breaking me, but I eventually broke myself. It's getting bad again, and I don't know what to do, or who to tell, because nobody gives a fuck about me. It's sad , because everyone turns out exactly how they promised they never would. Everyone is just so nice until they drive to kill yourself. Everyone cares, when it's too late. But you know what? I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way things are around here. I'm sorry things ain't what they used to be. But more than anything else...I'm sorry for myself. I'm sorry for who I am. I'm sorry I'm not enough. I'm sorry I'm not good for you. I'm really sorry about everything. I hope you don't judge me, all I know is how to be who I am. I'm terrified, but I'll never let you know. Social suicide, if I ever let it show. Yeah, you see my world is feeling like it just might explode. But don't worry about this shit. I'm okay. I'm fine. I'll get through this. It's a little difficult, no? But I need to try. I need to find myself and be proud of me. I need to don't care about what other people say. I need to be me. The girl who keeps her head up.
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Finding my lost self
RandomIn the end, we are all humans. We hurt, we cry, we heal, we glow. I can gladly say, that in the end, my soul was healed. By something, by someone? What brought hope into my life again? Happiness? I guess we'll find out.
