As I vent about what’s going on within me.
Currently, I’m raging, yelling, and screaming at the top of my lungs
But as my friends look at me and ask how I feel, I tell them I’m good, I tell them I’m okay.
However, in reality, I’m hurting inside.
I’m working on dying and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop this feeling.
I recently came back from the psych-ward
not to long ago, I felt meaningless...
