The worst part you ask?
It's the feeling of loneliness deep in my heart,
Or the darkness that surrounds me at the start.
It's the looming pain and the blood stains.
It's knowing that you have completely lost yourself,
not knowing what to do or where to go.
It's when you can't even cry, because you don't care anymore.
It's knowing that no matter what you do,
you don't ever feel like you are good enough.
It's the worst part.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
The worst part you ask?
It's the feeling of loneliness deep in my heart,
Or the darkness that surrounds me at the start.
It's the looming pain and the blood stains.
It's knowing that you have completely lost yourself,
not knowing what to do or where to go.
It's when you can't even cry, because you don't care anymore.
It's knowing that no matter what you do,
you don't ever feel like you are good enough.
It's the worst part.
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