I’ve always thought I could handle it,
The feeling of emptiness,
of helplessness,
Never being able to open up to anyone,
Never told anyone how helpless and empty I feel,
Having the feeling of never being able to be happy with myself and with my life,
I end up being angry at myself for not trusting people,
But how could I trust people when it’s the people whom hurt me in the first place,
The people whom make me feel invisible,
The people whom make me think I’m worthless… a nothing,
People whom make me think I’m someone who doesn’t deserve happiness,
And I’m not sure I can keep it up for much longer,
Maybe I can’t handle it.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
I’ve always thought I could handle it,
The feeling of emptiness,
of helplessness,
Never being able to open up to anyone,
Never told anyone how helpless and empty I feel,
Having the feeling of never being able to be happy with myself and with my life,
I end up being angry at myself for not trusting people,
But how could I trust people when it’s the people whom hurt me in the first place,
The people whom make me feel invisible,
The people whom make me think I’m worthless… a nothing,
People whom make me think I’m someone who doesn’t deserve happiness,
And I’m not sure I can keep it up for much longer,
Maybe I can’t handle it.
