Just me and my thoughts

Could we die before we forget happiness?

That I was actually loved and not played with... But I look at myself and all I can see is the damage you happily made in me.

I was turned into this distrustful person and craves love but cannot ever obtain it.

It's supposed to be the bad ones that don't do well in life.

Is it a joke?

But then I realize no one cares, it's not that no one cares but more like I don't care anymore. I'm not looking for solutions or answers just... Silent agreement, acknowledgement of pain.

I feel a void, but I don't think it's really a void cause I get these like episodes of feelings that just come crashing into my chest.

I'd like to think I'll get through... But I don't know... I just wanna disappear