Worthless ideas and nothingness
It's like a thousand thoughts inside my mind, all of them suppressed. And every little thought is trying to find its own way out, only my mind won't let it. It's like I'm consciously ignoring to think, ignoring to exist. Simply because existing here in this now, is heartbreaking.
It feels as if my eyes are going to pop out, as if my head is going to explode. It feels as I'm dying and I'm getting sicker by the second. And this is not helping. You are not helping.
I don't deserve anyone's help, not your's, not your's and especially not your's.
It's so much easier being on your own, but it's so much lonelier.
Although, having all these thoughts, I'm never alone.
- Just me.
And oh yes, welcome to my somewhat mediocre blog. I hope you don't lose yourself in my fear.
It feels as if my eyes are going to pop out, as if my head is going to explode. It feels as I'm dying and I'm getting sicker by the second. And this is not helping. You are not helping.
I don't deserve anyone's help, not your's, not your's and especially not your's.
It's so much easier being on your own, but it's so much lonelier.
Although, having all these thoughts, I'm never alone.
- Just me.
And oh yes, welcome to my somewhat mediocre blog. I hope you don't lose yourself in my fear.
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