PSEUDOLIFE

That’s what’s wrong about me. I feel too deep. And I focus too much. I put my everything in what I do. And in the end it only breaks me. They only break me.

I am sad and heartbroken.

I don’t know how to call for help. And it’s fcking killing me. It might kill me literally.

There’s just really some thoughts sometimes of cutting the wrist. What if one day my mind’s too weak to fight it?

I dont really know what’s happening anymore.

Just a little too sad.

Why am I constantly tired?

My heart is tired.

My brain’s screaming. In silence. Again.

My heart breaks. My mouth is shut.

And even here, doesn’t feel safe.

Oh but there is some things that doesn’t go away.

My soul is tired again.

Sometimes, it just sets in.