I’m barely moving yet my pulse is racing.
The sweat is dripping down my back but I’m freezing.
I feel so numb not even my cuts are hurting.
I want to feel something, even death I could find it amusing.
I’ve held it together for such a long time, but my wall has gave up and my body is loosing.
In this world you are pushed to keep rising.
Judged, broken down and even criticised for the way your surviving. Maybe that why I’m dying inside.
Maybe that’s why I’m struggling with this life.
I can’t explain how I’m feeling inside. I can’t even show you, just sit here and cry. I’m sick of talking, I’m sick of the questions but most I’m sick of this fucking depression