My writing is scattered like my thoughts because there are so many things
That I've been keeping locked away
Not from you
But from me
Because whenever I have to think about things properly
It hurts
Almost physically.

I cannot think too deep in fear of what I will discover inside
A monster
How much longer can I hide?

You say hello, I say goodbye.

One day
They say
These struggles will be worth it!

Well it's been more than a year now and it's not any easier
Everyday I feel like crying
But just end up sighing
Because
I'm sick of this life
This
Wasted Life
Was supposed to be something
Someone
And now it's feeling like nothing.

Please
Take me away
To the day
Where I look back and say
"my struggles were worth it".