In the mirror, I see a canvas of perceived imperfections, each flaw a melancholy stroke on the portrait of a soul yearning for acceptance in a world that often measures beauty in superficial hues...

I carry the weight of a mirror that reflects perceived flaws, each crack telling a story of self-doubt, as I navigate a world that sometimes seems to judge beauty more than the depth within.

Each night, sadness wraps around me like a heavy quilt, making sleep impossible to find.

Loneliness is a silent storm that breaks down all our defenses...

It’s hard to answer the what’s Going wrong in Life when nothing’s right…

I hate getting flashbacks from things that i don’t want to remember…

I like to pretend that everything’s alright. Because when everybody else thinks you’re fine, sometimes you forget for a while that you’re not. And that’s it, Sometimes you gotta pretend everything’s okay. It sucks, doesn’t it? It’s always worse than it seems…

“Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and I don’t think I’m winning anymore…”

“That moment when you burst out crying in your room & you realize that no one knows how unhappy you are”…

“Sometimes when I say “I’m okay”, I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight, and say “I know you’re not”…

Maybe I’m just not meant to live a happy life. Maybe pain is all I’ll ever know…

Lost myself trying to please everyone, now I’m losing everyone else trying to find myself…

My silence is just another word for my pain…

I’m not living. Im surviving…

Nadie nunca te dice que irónicamente sentirse vacío realmente pesa demasiado…