I want to belong.
I want to wake up everyday feeling like I know what’s going to happen, like I know that it’s going to be a good day. Simply because I am surrounded by people that I know love me.
But.
I don’t feel like that anymore I feel alone and afraid.
Of everything.
People think I’m happy, but I know I’m not. I’m trying.
But I’m getting tired.
I know people care, and I hate myself for hating myself and the world.
I have so much to tell, but only a few ears who will listen.
I know too many people feel the way I do, and so I feel like I shouldn’t complain.
I feel like I should try to climb up, but instead I’m falling.
Too many have it WAY worse than me.
But it still doesn’t mean I don’t feel empty.
Because, well I do.