I am not ok.
I am not ok because I feel like I’m living someone else’s
life and that I’m just in everyone’s way. That pesky little thing left on
everyone’s to-do list. That nuisance.
I am not ok because no matter how much I try to live in the
present, I will always compare what I have now to what I had back then. Don’t
believe the lies when people tell you they will treat you like the princess you
are. You’re no princess. You don’t have what it takes, none of all that beauty
and shit. All you have is that bitter heart and that constantly self-deprecating
mind. And they’re no white knight in shining armour either. Romance is an illusion
that drugs you. A poppy full of opium, all prettily decked out in colours of blood
and pain. Don’t you come crashing down after that high? I do. I crash when I realize
that people are not as they seem. I’ve been there so many many times and yet I am
still like this, naïve and hopeful. Romance is a lie. Friendship is a lie. If it’s
all smiles and sunshine, I must’ve probably died and gone to heaven.
To feel so much and not be able to talk is killing me. The anxiety
of never being enough, of not doing well enough is killing me. I cannot keep
fighting the tears, but I cannot keep boring the people around me with them. I feel
so fragile. One more break and I’ll just go so far crazy I might never come
back. I’m so tired. Can I please not feel anything anymore? I can’t keep up the
act. I’ve never been good at acting. So I’ve gone over to hiding.
As I’m typing this I’m crying quietly just a screen away
from you. Just a few inches away. And you will never know a thing until it’s
over and I’ve destroyed myself again ten times over from the inside. Can you
hear the bits of me disintegrating? Don’t worry. I’ll build myself back up into
that person that you want by the time the world awakens. And they wonder why I
have so many masks.
Every time I call out for help,to try and tell someone how this storm inside feels today and the only voice I hear is my own, I die a little more inside. I'm not sure anyone really sees me anymore. I think they just see what they want, when they want it and I'm just this tiny part of a bigger plan they have for life. A tiny, insignificant part.
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