I hate it!
It eats away at my inner self.
It convinces me that I am worthless. I think, therefore I am. Good for nothing. Run and do this. Run and do that. Never mind that I might want to do something for myself. Run, clean, tidy-up, keep up the impression that I am fine. Get out, go to the store, take no time for myself. do, do, do
I am dying inside
It's just a matter of time before I stop completely, unable to go or do or give anymore.
I am dying inside and no one is noticing
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