When you look into my eyes you'll see I am a mess and lost and scared and I can't seem to make it all just fucking disappear.
(I'm depressed.)
I need to find a better version of myself but its so hard With all the hate in this world.
Made a lot of mistakes I wish I knew how to erase might get distant and push everyone away.
I'm a wreck and in a valuable place and I don't know if I'll ever find my way.
I'm super stressed and I can't relax I can't shake all the heavey weight laying on my chest & the crazy thoughts going on inside my head.
I'm getting help but not working out so well
When I'm there I feel safe and secured when I am at my worst they lift my spirits up and I get all cozy and warm.
when I let go of the rope and get relased back into this crazy world I get lost and afraid and go right back into my depression fucking state.
They say time is a healer but I hope it moves along because I'm tired of feeling lost and alone
No one knows me well, sittin' on the edge of my seat Lookin' at life, overanalyzin' everything.
When I am at my lowest no one is around they all leave me hanging like a broken limb hanging from a tree branch
no one is there to catch me when I fall but that's alright I'm fighting back maybe I'll break thru after all.
I apologize for all of the stress i put out
Just need to time to find myself and lift off the hurt and burden I feel inside my heart
And I know it hurts knowing that I carry this weight on my chest Making it difficult to reach out and connect.
I know everything will eventually be alright
promise ill be changing I just need a little more time need everyone to be by my side and instead of leaving me so far behind
I will not stop finding my strength i will break thru these emotional chains ill find my peace again make all these feelings come to an end.
- Author: Natalie Heisey (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 25th, 2022 15:55
- Category: Sad
- Views: 15
Comments1
And for me, it's 1991 again. After the messy break up, I don't know who or what I am. That which has so long defined my life is gone. I climb on a bicycle and spend the next year on the road. Well, I was young and foolish. But I relate to this. aren't we all messed up to some degree with the way things are now?
Yes we all are
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