I wish my trauma let me forget stuff.
Instead I get to wake up everyday and relive every terrible thing done to me or Iโve done over and over again until I finally go to sleep.
Then I wake up and do it all over again.
Adding to the death toll.
Iโm holding onto hope.
That one day.
Someday..
I will wake up and I wonโt wish that I didnโt.
Some will say Iโm dramatic. And maybe I am.
Some will say I complain too much.
But if my feelings never matter, why is this bothering you?
My mental health has been so poor lately.
Everywhere I go I feel people against me.
Every time I speak my mind they make me feel crazy.
Food doesnโt taste good anymore.
Nothing feels as it used to.
I can tell they hate me by their mannerisms.
I see happiness and I hate myself