I feel that I am not a good person,
I feel useless,
I just want to give up,
I feel like I am no role model, nor hero.
I think that nobody loves me, or people pretend to be my friend.
I talk to myself, out of desperation of having someone to talk to.
My eyes fill with tears,
Out of loneliness,
Desperate to go outside,
Be with someone,
When will I get the chance
To be free?
I sit down
And just wonder
I smile just because I am happy
Am I happy right now?
I'm not sure
I just wish I could be important.
I just wish there would be someone I could hug
And tell them that I am scared of the future, darkness, loneliness.
But will fear ever heal?
I could tell you
"I'm alright, everything will be fine."
I'm so pessimistic.
I wish there could be a cure for that.
There's no cure for anything..
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