I was broken. I was terrified.
I have a family worse than monsters, a society that judged everyday, and a mind that ate my emotions.
Everyday I feel empty, sad, depressed, forgotten, useless, worthless, unimportant and unloved.
I stopped talking because I felt like I was bothering people. But deep down, I hated to pretend that everything was fine and that I was okay.
I just wanted to sit alone and cry and free my emotions to atleast someone.
I was dying to hear someone say that I didn't needed to try so hard to be perfect. I just needed a warm hug to melt away all those dark thoughts.
I had friends. But I felt like I didn't have anyone to share all the shit that goes on in my mind.
I escaped into dark silence so that I don't have to argue with people who just don't want to understand me.
Pain is not always in tears. Sometimes it's also in smiles.
P.s. Sometimes family is the greatest depression:)
~̶𝔐𝔦𝔥𝔦𝔨𝔞.©®