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.