i once sat on my bedroom floor wondering if this was really it,
if this was how i was meant to live the rest of my life,
bobbing my head up and down to the distant voices and music in my head,
crying myself to sleep every night like an endless loop,
plastering a pseudo smile on my face because scrunching it up is not an option,
when does it all end? because deliberate death is not the answer either,
while we wait in this eternal madness do we pull out our hairs to prevent us from hurting others?
or do we find new hobbies because overthinking clearly does not like company…
won’t know until we find out…
Nessa 🖤
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