There’s this thought that keeps following me around. It’s not always loud, but it’s there, what if I just wasn't here anymore. I’ve been carrying around a strange heaviness that doesn’t seem to leave. A thought that repeats itself in the background, what if I just stopped existing.
I don’t really know whether want to die or whether I want to live. I just don’t know how to get rid of the feeling. It makes me wonder what’s broken inside me that it keeps coming back. I feel this weight inside me, but I don't know who I can tell. I don’t want to scare the people I love. I don’t want to be a burden. And I don’t want to see that look on someone’s face when they don’t know what to say back. So I keep it to myself.
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