Its not a phase. It cannot be simply dealt with. It stays, as fragments of despair, dwelling deeper into an abyss, where you cannot escape. You feel nothing, no love, no hope...happiness seems laughable. I feel helpless, hopeless, and i do not believe that people love me due to personal experiences that broke me. I fake my emotions to not worry people, i hate myself, my body, my personality, everything. Why do i exist? Why can't i just bleed out until nothing is left? I fear leaving people behind.
That doesn't extiguish those thoughts. Scars remain physically and mentally...i cannot change how i feel unless someone understands.
