Sometimes I want to scream into the void until I lose my voice. Scream until I can’t feel a damn thing. Scream until I forget every terrible thing that’s ever happened to me and every terrible thing I’ve ever done.

Sometimes I want the ground to open up and swallow me out of existence. Would anyone care if I disappeared? Sometimes I know the people close to me care. Other times I’m full of doubt.

Sometimes I want to be alone, but other times I fear I’m alone. Don’t forget me. Forget who I am, I don’t exist.

I want to self-destruct, but I know that only makes things worse. I hate that it’s the first place my mind goes. Someday I hope that will change.

Sometimes I feel completely broken and can’t be fixed. I still try to fix what’s broken. It’s draining and feels never ending. Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be.

Sometimes I want silence. Peace. Harmony. To be beautiful.