Is there even a point to it all anymore. All my life it’s never been about me  I live for them I fight for them I breathe for them. None of this is for me. I never wanted to be alive I’ve never found the beauty everyone keeps telling me about. I’m hardly alive as it is a shrivelled up soul forcing its body to move to keep going to pretend its alright that I’m alright when in reality I just want the one thing that would end this all no more fear no more pain no more worry just freedom. Doubt they let me have my freedom??
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It seems that you feel tied down by somebody or some situation. Sometimes other people seem selfish and do not understand or care about what you are going through or the sacrifices you make for them. It’s too bad when people don’t see what you are going through either because they won’t or because they are incapable of understanding. I know how it feels when you are misunderstood or overlooked especially when people blame you for depression, etc. People talk a lot about the beauty of life. It’s ok if you don’t feel that way and it’s a pain when you feel the pressure all the time to think or say it is when you don’t.