untitled 3/17

Life feels like it’s falling apart.

I don’t belong here. It hurts. Waking up, it hurts.

Life feels like it’s falling apart.

Happiness seems miles away, except not just miles; miles and months. Miles and months. Miles and months.

Life feels like it’s falling apart.

I don’t want to be home. I dont want to be anywhere else. I don’t want to be. I don’t want to feel.

I’m damned if I do, I’m damned if I don’t.

No one is listening, truly listening, to the disparity I pour out when I cry. Push it to the side. If we ignore it, maybe it will go away? It’s bound to go away. Keep ignoring.

I don’t belong here. Here. I belong here. Just not here. Nothing makes sense. I don’t understand either.

I don’t want to stick around, but feel overwhelmed if I don’t. I don’t want to upset anyone. I upset myself enough. I am upset.

I owe the world nothing, but myself everything. I have given enough of my time to the wrong people. I still don’t feel enough. I am not enough. Am I enough?

Set up for failure, I am not a failure. Am I a failure?

I want to go home. Home isn’t here.

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