It isn't fair when you know a simple thought from them could rearrange you. All that remains is the hope that somewhere along the way you discarded a stronger more vivacious version of yourself. A fragment to be called upon when you have nothing left.
I’m hurting and screaming and no one even notices, no one has even bothered to ask how I’m truly doing! I hate feeling utterly weak! I hate feeling like this. I don’t want to fight anymore, I’m just too tired.
The me I was about 18 years ago, the me I was before I met him, the me I was before he destroyed every ounce of confidence and self esteem I had, and beat me down until I no longer resembled that person. Then he moved on and left me broken and battered, a
im not sure if im depressed i mean im not sad but im not exactly happy either I can laugh and joke and smile during the day but sometimes when im alone at night i forget how to feel. The truth of how we all feel
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