an alternate face to the renowned feminine rage

aka sad girl core or feminine torment

ROMANTICISM MEETS EXISTENTIALISM

key attributes: crying in your room, late nights spent thinking, staring vacantly at the ceiling; never feeling like enough - not pretty enough, not female enough, not smart enough, not human enough, not kind enough, not tough enough. hot-girl summer sad-girl always. loner. standing at the margins. no one sees me, gets me.

i feel nothing and the weight of everything pressing over me all at once.

i'm a void, a crater, something carved out and left incomplete, something that's lacking.

a lifelong quest for something to fill this void but nothing suffices, it all just pours right through me.

my sense of identity is fragmented such that i've never held my entire reflection - some shard's always amiss. the painful absence impales me and leaves me gasping for breath, crawling and choking. the tension of a ghost limb, but the limb is something deep within me that i can't name or palpate. instead, it rattles like a can with a single coin, the echoes mocking the vacancy. i worry the outside world can hear it as i brush shoulder with strangers.

Oder finde ich einfach nur kein Grund zum weiter Leben...?...

Der wäre dann wie ich aber

Eigentlich lieber nicht

Denn ich bin nicht gerne ich

Aber er würde das dunkle verstehen und wissen richtig damit umzugehen

Würde mir positives schenken in den schwarzen Momenten

Egal wie es mir geht ich such immer dem richtigen Weg