So empty 

The weight gets bigger and bigger. Already, it’s an ugly mass I carry around and it’s constantly growing. How do I shake it off? Why can’t I cast it away and enjoy life again? I have no real reason to feel this way. Stupid chemicals. Dumb silent illness. 

I feel so alone, so empty and depleted inside. Can just one person I know reach out and show they care?

I am reminded of a shirt I have, “I am living a story. I will not give up.” Can I at least give in?


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