Alone. In the dark. Looking at the rain outside. In the silence. I don't feel anything. Empty.

"Why is it so exhausting to feel nothing and everything at the same time?"

When I'm surrounded by people I still feel alone. When I'm with my friends, I get happy, but after a while I don't feel anything at all.

I'm not happy. I'm not sad. I'm just empty. Broken.

I'm so young, so damaged.

Every day it's the same.

I have friends but not really. I have good grades but not really. I like to hangout, but not really.

At the moment I don't have an actual reason to be complaining but I feel the need to do it.

What am I even doing in the world? Why am I still here?

I just want to scream. I just want to cry. It's like I don't feel anything. I'm to empty to cry.

And again, I'm not happy. I'm not sad. I'm just empty. Broken.

Maybe I feel empty because I've been leaving pieces of myself in everything I used to love.

I'm tired.

I'm lost.

And it's all the same.

Every single day.

Over and over.

I'm broken.