I feel like no one wants to be with me because I’m depressed
..and because I’m also ugly
Often I don’t feel like myself.
But if most of the time you feel like something.
Is that you.
Am I what I am most of the time.
Or am I what I believe I am.
In every state I am packaged in there is one consistency.
This consistency is hating myself.
Every flavour I come in has a contradictory flavour I come in.
I am the perfect balance of what is needed for insanity.
And I hate myself more for it.
I swear one of these people in here is a demon.
I feel her talons piercing through my skin.
She wants to break the world.
And I understand where sheis coming from.
For both of us understand the poison in this world.
One of them thinks about death on end.
When he takes over I am reminded I’m crazy.
This is when I feel tears but don’t force them.
He is the one who cuts himself.
I call him an optimist for he finds pleasure in pain.
There is also a sullen one.
He sulks but tries to hard.
He sits for hours attempting to force tears.
He wants to be seen as week.
He thinks we all think he is meek.
There is the loud one.
This is the one I thought was me.
He fills space with his laughter and voice.
He masks pain in the purity of his joy.
But takes pride in knowing he is broken.
There are so many people in my head.
So many I no longer know who I am.
But I guess I feel less lonely knowing others live in me.
Who am I that doesn’t know himself.
Who am I that dreams in different channels.
( this poem is called Who Am I)
You ever stand in a room with hundreds of people, some of whom even say they are your friends yet you still feel so damn lonely and out of place.
Yea, Me too.
Since how long, you, are not you anymore?
Ask me some questions. I’ll literally answer anything.
If you judge people, you have no time to love them
a wise person that I’m quoting
please say the barbie🎄🦄🎯
Um well the 2019 is basically ending and my love life is still a fucking joke
I wanna make love while Harry Potter is playing in the background
can sum1 b my friend pls <3
No one’s gonna choose me. I know it, yet I’m still not prepared to be alone.
im not asking for happiness.. im just asking for a little less pain..?
I didn’t know how to talk to people anymore. I’m not like I used to be. I used to talk and be outgoing and loud and now, I can barely utter a word without overthinking about it all. I lost it. I lost who I used to be, but I don’t want to be the old me either. So many people left the old me and the new me. I just want it to be easier to talk to people. I just want to have the ability to be okay and not make the conversation awkward.
I just want to be okay.