I’m not really sure what my life is.
Where I’m going and where I have been is so confusing.
I’m lost and I need help.
Tired and exhausted.
But I continue.
False and faking it.
I’m falling apart. Barely hanging on. Trying to act as normal as possible. But it’s so hard. To even do the simple things, like showering, or getting out of bed.
To everyone I’m completely normal, but the reality is. I’m a shell of what I never was. I’m a ghost of what a could have been.
Not really here.