Burst and Bloom.

I want to tell someone so badly what I am going through, but I know they’ll only judge me,
consider me a failure because I made so much progress only to slide all the way back down
into the hole that I manage to keep making deeper… I dare not tell anyone, but deep down
under all the walls, all the fake smiles and fasle anwers to the question “How are you doing?”, I wish and I yearn for someone somewhere to look striaght through me and see that, I am wasting away, dying inside and screaming for someone anyone to understand. I’m so upset, I’m so sad, I’m so lonely, I’m so ugly, I’m so stupid, I’m so useless. Every day I am struggling with this pain in my chest that won’t go away and keeps getting bigger heavier and with each moment more and more unbareable. No one knows what I’m going through, and I am certain no one ever will. I’m a waste of life.