She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
I feel lonely, so fuckin lonely. And empty from within. I would be in a room filled with people and have none to speak to, none who would get me.
I have a huge ass family but what's the use when I can't go to anyone For anything.
Even when I am around people, I would hear them speak, listen to their laugh, and still feel left out.
I know people out there love me, but I don't know how to believe it. Love for me is when I can pour my heart out and know that I wouldn't be judged. But I've never been made comfortable enough where I would share shit with them.
Each time I open up to someone, they leave me after taking away the most vulnerable part of me.
Why do people leave me? Am I so bad? Or is it my resting bitch face?
It begins with us coming alone, Ends with us going alone. What matters, are the memories We make with people in the middle.
What if I said that when I think of memories, I only remember my tears, My pain, And how I had no shoulder to cry on.
In the end, It's always just me wiping away my tears, right?
I don't want to trust anyone now. If someone wants to leave, they can leave. If they want to stay, they can stay. I just don't want someone leaving and then turning back to me. If you want to leave, Fuckin leave me alone forever and never come back.
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