A few things that just really show how I feel. Word it completely. Everyday I wonder what the hell i
A few things that just really show how I feel. Word it completely. Everyday I wonder what the hell is wrong with me. How’d I get so screwed up that no one will ever want me? How did I reach a level of sadness that I don’t feel anything anymore. I’m so scared to live because everything great dies or goes away. I wonder if people can tell when my smile is full of emptiness that never reaches my eyes. I wonder if one day I’ll be able to have more than a couple of minutes of happiness a day. I want to be okay but it feels like I never will. I’m a beautiful piece of glass work that got thrown to the grown and shattered and no one has cares enough to try and piece me back together, and I just don’t have the strength to do it. -- source link