Lonely
Barely any friend to talk to.
No one to write to.
Worse inside my head.
My life is not my own anymore.
I can’t even remember when it was my own.
I don’t feel anything.
I am dead.
I can’t wake up.
Trapped behind suffocating plastic.
Alone.
Barely any friend to talk to.
No one to write to.
Worse inside my head.
My life is not my own anymore.
I can’t even remember when it was my own.
I don’t feel anything.
I am dead.
I can’t wake up.
Trapped behind suffocating plastic.
Alone.
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*hugs* I’m here if you ever want to talk.
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I thought you were going to write to me about your trip. Do I not count as a friend to write to? You’re experiencing tunnel vision. Like the walls are closing in. You can’t seem to see that you’re surrounded by loved ones and people who care about you – yea, even if it is through this strange world of distant-communication. Open your eyes. See. Always here, LC.
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Fight it Elizabeth. Fight.
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