Here I stand; fighting again with my depressed thoughts. I ask myself why can't I feel happy? Why do I feel this emptiness inside of me? Why my anxiety makes me overthink about silly things?
I want to go out, but my bed holds me tight. My mom tells me that everything is going to be alright, and I want so badly to believe in her words, but I cannot.
For five days I have been in this mood; I cry all the time that I am alone, my house walls are suffocating, but like a frog in warm water, I stay.
Facing the wall again and thinking: 'I was okay, what happened?'
I miss you so much, but you act like you don't care... I feel pathetic...
Should I count how many "I"s I have written so far?
My stomach asks for food, but everything is tasteless without you; I am obsessed.
How can I overcome this?
