On My Way To Rock Bottom

(Dashes equal a beat)

I’m terrified, I’m the bad person.

I’m just too damaged -

You’re mad, a piece of trash, a third wheel -

words driving me nuts.


Day after day, after day, I feel like crap.

It just hits you -

I feel lost, I feel caged, I feel fake.

Numb, like I’m not alive.


What’s wrong with me?

Why do I always feel so alone?

What is the point of living?

Why don’t you just kill me? -


I need a shrink.

You know you’re not fine.

You push everything down and pretend to fight it,

 but depression comes at any moment

and we don’t know who we really are.

 -- By Aurora Faustini

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