This is How it Feels To Have No Voice
Instead of finding my voice, I hope it finds me. I hope your voice finds you.
Instead of finding my voice, I hope it finds me. I hope your voice finds you.
I’m an over-thinker at its purest form. An over-thinker overthinking about thinking.
I know I am depressed when I’m extremely sad for many reasons and for no reason at the same time. There is no other way to describe it.
The lines of our world won’t perfectly align. Sometimes, the numbers won’t add up even when they’re supposed to.
After pondering about the hateful things you’ve held hostage in your head, you close your eyes and cry yourself to sleep, wishing to be as strong, amazing, loved, and beautiful like you once were. But to be bluntly honest with you, you’ve always been all these wonderful things.