Alone

Normally I could care less who I'm with or what I'm doing, but I'm utterly alone right now. No one cares for me, I'm surrounded by fake friends, and there's absolutely no love. I don't know what to do. I'm just spiraling into this abyss. I'm lost. I just need love and maybe that can pull me out. I'm so sick of waiting... 

The Truth

If only I could show people the real me... They wouldn't tease. They wouldn't hate. They would just ignore which is better than being falsely liked. No one knows about my anxiety and depression. No one knows how truly unhappy I am. I don't even remember the last time I was happy. I hide behind this mask... It wears down everyday and soon it's going to break. I'm afraid I won't ever be able to show the ones I love who I really am... And worse, I don't know if they'll accept me.

Nothingness

I try to run from disappointment everywhere I go. It follows me. It is my constant. I'm the disappointment. I'm the one who isn't good enough. I get compared to anything that has a pulse. Right when I feel my self emerging from the darkness, something pulls me back in. The one thing I had confidence in is now shattered. I know people will excel more than me in this, but not her. I actually thought I had a chance to be better; I was wrong. Everything I've ever believed in is crushed glass tearing into my skin...