Sometimes, it all feels too much
What is my purpose?
What should I do?
Do I deserve happiness?
Or is it all in vain?
Will I die by someone else’s hand?
Or my own?
I know what I’m doing to myself. I know it isn’t good or healthy. So why do I continue? Am I simply not worth to be happy or proud of what I have accomplished?
Times like these are an ocean of self-hatred. Waves of harsh criticism throw me down under. My knees are buried in the sand. I keep losing grip. Now, I’m just too tired to get up and fake being happy.
I’m drowning. And I’m not fighting back. I don’t know what to do .