I'm in a constant phase of isolation and sadness. I'm only happy when I'm alone. The minute people come around, it's dreadful. It's like a deadly disease, you can't be around anyone else. Otherwise you're contaminating them, therefore the only happiness is only when everyone's gone.
The constant feeling of sadness, is it real? It's like you can't tell. It feels like you're lost in an abandoned city. No one around to hurt you, therefore there's no reason to panic that you're lost. You're just there, in existence. You have no idea how to get out of this feeling. This state of mind. This metaphorical place. Is there a way out? Is this normal? Wanting to cry over the past that you can't fix, but you're so fed up with crying over people you say Fuck it, and don't cry. Feeling like you need to but can't. What is all this? Is any of it real.
It's like you need constant reminders to actually socialize. Needing constant reassurance that you're enough, that you're not bothering anyone. Those constant reminders you need to eat, drink, or anything. It's like a radio station or a tape reel. It needs that constant balance and power to keep it playing for the viewer or listener.
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From My Point of View
PoetryRandom thoughts and feelings after late night breakdowns, phonecalls, anxiety attacks or anything that comes to mind really. I'm going to add a TW because these are my thoughts and I have bulimia, Manic Bipolar Disorder, anxiety, ect,. Just figured...
