what must it be like not to be crippled by fear and self-loathing?

what must it be like not to feel hurt and tortured every second?
to feel like everything goes wrong because of you?
to feel like nothing will ever change when you disappear?

we swallow our feelings, even if we’re unhappy forever.

people walk out on us all the time.
I don’t remember when things got so complicated.
Or why it has to be this way.

But these are just feelings.
They’ll go away right?
It’s a matter of time.

Things will go back to the way they were .                                                
. right ?