humans crave attention to fill the void where love is supposed to reside,
not the love you can find from other people or things
but the love coming from yourself
where is that love supposed to come from
when you’re empty,
filled with self deprecating thoughts that puts your mind at edge
who knew you could be so full and empty all at the same time,
so I sit here
with my heart in my hands
telling myself what I’m dying to hear,
drowning out the thoughts
and keep living on
it’s the only way to get out
the best part about having anxiety and depression at the same time is that you feel so dead inside,
numb,
and you’re not bothered to carry on,
but the voice at the back of your head makes you break down at the sight of doing nothing
or anything at all,
little trivial things are too painful to do
and words become harder to say
it’s a constant amazing cycle of breakdowns and panic attacks,
and there’s always a way to get rid of the pain, to end it, to get out of this suffering
or a way to live with it
to my friends and family who don’t understand
or to them who do understand
it’s okay it’s alright
i’ll be just fine
and so will you
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