I like the word suffocating because I always knew how it felt to be suffocated, feeling breathless. Tonight, I realise I could no longer bottle up any more of my negative feelings. I'm literally having a mental breakdown, I lose control of my thoughts and I'm suffocating myself.
Out of all the broken people out there, I asked myself. Why me?
Why am I the one that fought so hard to get out of the life I hate and yet still suffering now? Why am I the one always feeling insecure? Why am I getting a little too paranoid these days? Why am I feeling extreme discomfort everyday? Why am I always stuck at the past? Why am I getting tortured by my thoughts every single night? Why am I so weak against my fears? Why me?
I miss those innocence, I miss those hugs, I miss those smiles, I miss myself being happy.
Someone please just teach me, how to fight those fears? I'm fucking suffocating every fucking single night.
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