The only way I can really describe what I'm feeling is defeat. Letting these demons take what they want and leave me in pieces. Accepting my fate. Falling into the void once again. Feeling so detached and wanting to be more distant. The longer I distance, the less I'll hurt. the feeling of just not wanting to be here, then thinking of the ones who will be sad and feeling guilt...on top of layers of shame and my inner critic screaming at me from all of this: You need to give up. He deserves better than you. He's lying. You're temporary, just around until better comes along. You're ugly. His friends don't like you. You're annoying.
Some days are good, some are like this. But no matter what day it is, I have to keep a cheerful face on. It's so darn hard. I just want to crumble.
Some days are good, some are like this. But no matter what day it is, I have to keep a cheerful face on. It's so darn hard. I just want to crumble.