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I want it to be real
No more words on a screen
Skin to skin contact
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It’s finally the weekend
No more pretending
I can just sit and be miserable and alone in peace
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Would my friend genuinely care if I actually had one?
54
The loneliness is killing me but,
Why do I prefer to be alone?
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My suffering is suffocating
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I feel like I could sit and stare at nothing
Forever
50
Everyone keeps acting like it’s not a big deal
Like I’m just having a bad day
They don’t realize the thing in my head isn’t like a monster under my bed
It’s a relentless killer
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The harder I smile
The more I break
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Can no one see the sadness in my eyes?
Am I just that good at masking it?
Or do they just not care?
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