I’m feeling poor, feeling empty, feeling anxious. I thought loneliness was something hard to deal with, but that’s ’cause I have never had experienced the feeling of losing. Of knowing something it’s not coming back. And as time goes by, I feel like I’m losing my life with all these thoughts, sorrows, questions that don’t always have an answer. But instead of digging my way out, I keep caving deeper… till it feels, once more, like there’s no way back.
Someone needs to save me from myself.
But I refuse to call for help.