she’s no longer me

sometimes the tears keep falling, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

I try to be someone who doesn’t attach myself so deeply to each thing I consume

But I find myself distraught at the tiniest details that no one else seemed to notice

I’m caught up in this sense of ache that I express with no subsequent sympathy

I didn’t ask to feel these things

to be this person

so desperately i want to stop feeling so intricately

so much thinking

that I forget this isn’t real

but isn’t it?

it has to be.

why does it have to take so long to get over something

and even after when I'm slowly starting to feel ok, something else drowns me

I want someone to tell me, show me, guide me, to simply exist and not think thoughts all the time

I want peace

I want wisdom without worry

emotions without depth

I’m afraid that I’m becoming a person that people despise

trapped in her own mind

obsessing over characters, and insignificant words

and slowing retreating further from reality

I’m escaping from what exactly

and going where exactly

a place within a place

yet misery is the only medium

please stop

I just want happiness

I just want.

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