Subdued by fear, I have become stagnant, unable to brace the uncertainty of this chaotic world. Static in my self, I've exhausted myself trying.
Tag: Depression
Disguised.
I believe, I was never meant to be born. A mistake, disguised as a blessing, a baby never meant to be. You see, I almost died within my mothers womb. My breath was meant to belong to someone else, someone more deserving. Not to the shell of the thing that I have become.
Me.
I know she's there, the other me, the one I was meant to be. But the current me is a gluttonous beast, feeding on my fears, failures, and insecurities. She loves my tears, and clouded thoughts. She beats back the real me, at all costs.
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