It seems to me like I am only living because I still wake up every day, not because I still want this life. I have been feeling so empty and tired, and these feelings never go away. People say that I'll be alright in time, but I silently wish it's true. It's been seven years since they promised me that everything would be okay, but it turned out that I've been only lying to myself whenever I say I'm fine. I think it's easier to pretend than to explain why it's been years—but I'm still not okay. It's easier to stay silent than to explain why I'm unhappy. It's just hard to be true sometimes because not everyone will understand me.
At the end of the day, I just wish to see the end of this sadness. I wish to find something that can fill my emptiness. And all I ever wish before I close my eyes every night is to live a normal life—not just try to survive each day.
No comments:
Post a Comment