This twisted mind is about to lose it.
Trying so hard to feel better. To apear strong. To be strong. Telling myself its okay. Today will go away.Tomorrow is a new day. You can't fix it, it ain't broken. But all i ever did was living in denial about the fact that i am falling apart, and died a little inside every single day. Why? Everything i ever did turns to be SO complicated even the simplest thing turn back at me. People try to used me. Try to stepped on me. Life never been such a struggle. Its get harder every single day.
Every single day. My anxious keep getting worse. To the point i can't breathe gasping for air. What the hell is happening to me. I feel like being push down stuffed with a pillow while on the outside i can breathe just fine.
I put my mask on Smile. Laugh. Eat. Sleep. But repeating that cycle is dreading to me. Im crying for help. But i know. There is no one can help me if i just keep it to myself. But i can't spit it out either. I keep fighting this feeling. Push it down my throat. But i know everytime it came back kicking i am going to drown in my own feeling. Coking my own fear, uncertainty, my future, my past, this present.
This hell hole that we call heaven on earth.
Am i depressed?
Am i sick?
What is going on in my head.
Its fuck up in there. And its getting worse.
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