The fact that I’m silent doesn’t mean I have nothing to say.
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
Find me now. Before someone else does.
Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.
The doubts. You had to save me from my constant doubts. That deep-seeded feeling that I wasn’t good enough for anything, I was a fake at my job, I wasn’t your equal, my friends would forget me if I moved away for a month. It wasn’t as easy as hearing voices, nobody was telling me this. It was just something I knew. Everyone else was playing along but I was sure that one day they would all stop.