TiredSometimes when I’m alone in the dark in my room I stare at the ceiling with a blank mind and feel like I’m gonna shatter into a million tiny splinters if I allow myself to think about anything.
In a way I feel already dead… but my body hasn’t quite realized it yet…. like some time ago with out me even realizing the essence of my being that is ‘me’ slowly dissipated like smoke in wind or a drop of ink in the ocean…
I don’t say this stuff in the real world because people don’t know how to react to it, they label it, they medicate it, and then they ignore it. Or worse they make you feel guilty for not being ok, like its a choice some decision you make to ruin yourself, and torture your loved ones.
They want you to find a way out because watching others suffer needlessly is painful. But if I’m being honest I don’t think there is a way out… I mean really it’s only a matter of time before I find my