Dear psyche,

This isn't easy

Sometimes I wish my life was like a movie with a happy ending

I no longer know how to feel

I always keep myself busy, but I always end up being wounded

My life is a mess

So am I

I was like a glass that's slowly breaking painfully

I'm shattering pieces by pieces and they just don't know...

They always tell me

You need to take good care of yourself and your health love

Easy to say...

But they don't know how I really feel

They don't know how it feels to be broken

They don't know...

That I've become addicted to self-destruction

Whatever they say I can't understand them so don't say that you care and love me because I don't understand these words anymore