It’s not that it doesn’t hurt anymore,

It’s just that I don’t know how to feel anymore.

At times nothing seems to be wrong at all,

But everything doesn’t feel right at all.

Facing the truth and reality is a scary thing,

But not being able to differentiate reality and what my mind perceives is like a never ending thing.

Life feels like a fucking trap,

And suicide seems like the only way out of feeling that.

And I love the people around so so much,

But love for myself? Not any luck.

From the haunting eyes staring back from the mirror,

To the painful promises to never leave here.

From the ugly past,

To the happiness that seems to never last.

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