To be broken off, severed, burned, discarded, (insert more cut-off actions here), for something that's not in my control yet accused of such accusations. Not worth defending if the other party is on deaf ears. My will shreds, tear by tear.

.... i hate myself... I'm just sitting alone... doing not much... Yet brain switched mode... now I'm in breakdown mode....

I go out of my way for someone, with the restrictions I have to be with/meet said someone.... yet empty-handed...

Gettin truth bomb on me: "high functioning depression is scary becuz youre very capable of hiding emotions, feelings & thoughts, so no one knows youre not OK & even if you say something no one realises the severity, because you dont seem like someone whos mentally spiralling out of control."

A simple invitation A simple acknowledgement A simple inclusion A simple togetherness Is enough for me to be whole.... Yet apparently I'm not high enough in the hierarchy to get those 4...

Being toyed temporarily leaves a scar for eternity. Played like a fiddle unknowingly feeds my anxiety and depression for infinity.

Stop denying my rights... You said you care... But all you do is give me a snare... I was there by your side... Yet now I'm being drifted away by your own riverside...

Will your life still be the same... if we haven't met... Does my existence matter to you... If we haven't met...

I hate my mood swings... one day I may be happy go lucky bunch, and in an instant, a depresso worthless guy. Even with a therapist... the voices, the feelings,.... only sometimes to be cured in regression...

Bad dream Nightmare Hellish I don’t want to lose you I don't want to lose them But, the voices.... But when I share, only generic advice is given.

The voices.... is getting louder.... I don't wanna do it.... But it's getting louder.... please... I don't wanna.... Don't... wanna.....

Thank you, algorithm.... for the appropriate callout....

I exists. They exist. We co-exist. Until... they disregard ones existence.

They once made a promise... Just to make ones existence meaningful... Unfortunately, the words are now a mist... All now fall, reduced to ashes & cripple.

Surrounded in a crowd, one should feel accompanied, right... Nay, Lonesome. Very. Much. Not fitting to the mould.

They say love is blind, true enough. Ones existence vanished when two souls met.

I try my best to be a good person. I try my best to be helpful for others. I try my best to embrace the emotions I feel. I try my best to make sure I don’t let the sadness take me again. I try my best to make everyone proud to know me. I try my best to do what’s best for me.

Why must every path, every move, shatters my heart... Yet, I just... mask it, shrug it, and joke about it...

If one day, I suddenly disappeared..... with no news bearer.... Will I be remembered, or am I just a fleeting memory...

Just a simple thread, yet deadly. Whispers to take the plunge. So much pain of the world can be gone instantly. But, one will left pain to others & tainted with grunge.

Sometimes, one feels like don’t matter at all and that are easily replaceable. Just wish these thoughts would go away. Keep thinking too much when being left alone.

A hand half-raised, a thought begun, Ignored before it meets the sun. Their world grows small, a shrinking space, As others pass without a trace.

Voices, it lingers, sweet, unsure, A question asked, a quiet lure. Do boundaries fade where longing starts, Or grow in fear of restless hearts?

You have spent your words. You have told your sorrows. You are now in pain but not of swords. Now, the emptiness, the darkness, the shadows whispers faints tomorrows.

2 am, sudden restless night. Hoping for peaceful sleep. Disturbed by overthinking lights. One wish to return to sleep but, now accompanied with weep.

One let emotions win the better of me, One let emotions win makes their companion uncomfortable, One let emotions win until it overthinks catastrophe, One let emotions win.... if one is able to control emotions and remain stable.