It's like a sea of emotion.
Some days are better than others
Other days are like a plague, contaminating all happy thoughts and turning them into negative ones.
Filling them up to the rim and drowning me in them
So I smile.
The same smile I use to pass you in the corridor.
That smile, that smile is a cry for help, a plea for you to come save me from my own chaotic mind.
But you don't. You don't save me.
And I don't blame you.
You just continue to think everything's fine.
But it's not. I'm not fine.
I'm drowning in this ocean of emotion.
Thinking, believing that I'm not good enough. That I am not worthy of anything.
That I am too fucked up to ever be loved or cared for.
That everyone is better off without me.
I know I shouldn't think like this and believe it, but I can't help it.
You always knew how great I am at persuasion